Ernest was a taxidermist.
Who stuffed birds and animals the firmest.
Ernie had made a name,
In the taxidermist game,
He was also a professional internist.
Reunions can happen
and leave you speechless.
I’m standing at a bank
of elevators in a hospital
going to visit my wife
when a wheelchair rolls up
carrying my internist
from years ago.
An excellent doctor
who retired to teach,
according to rumors.
Now he’s pushed by a woman
I assume is his wife.
She looks sad
and he looks worse.
He asks how I’m doing
and I say not bad.
I ask how he’s doing
and he says he’s dying.
And adds that he hopes
I never have to.
He says he never realized
despite his patients
dying could be so hard.
Donal Mahoney
A doctor I always wanted to be
With patients sitting in front of me
Telling me all their gruesome tales
I helping them with their many ails.
Physics, algebra and chemistry
But then there came biology
When a poor creature lay before me
I knew a doctor I would never be.
I decided I would have to wait
For God to open another gate
Then I found a gemstones charm
A beauty that I could not harm.
Because of my over sensitive heart
Medicine and I would have to part
For I would never be an internist
I was to become a gemologist.
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