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Home Is Where the Heart Resides

I have returned to my island home . Work has brought me back this way. So much has changed since Irma passed this way. I wander the streets in utter dismay. Gone are the shops and the reefs where I use to swim and play. 
They say the island never forgets their native sons and to my core I believe this true. Where ever I go people stop say ‘oh doc so good your back are you here to stay? Sadly, no is my muted reply but I will be back on that you can rely.  The old office is there with new owners but I still sit at my old desk and chair. My patients return and I pray take care of their needs.  Perhaps it is through them I find my raison d’exister. But for what ever the future may hold in store. My heart resides here now and for ever more.

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Ode To a Horseshoe Crab

I went down to the shore one day to sun and frolic and watch people play. There at a tidal pool a horseshoe crab did lay. With my foot I tapped his shell then came a shout out what the hell! 
Can't you tell I'm in deep contemplation about my untenable situation.
The tide is out and here I be awaiting my trip to eternity so let me be.
No,no I exclaimed let me attempt your life to regain 
I thank you sir I do indeed but you can not reverse what nature has decreed .
So return to your home and I to mine . Perhaps we would have  been friends  if we met in another time.  When at home and warming by your fire just remember a horseshoe crab is not a crab at all but related to a spider.

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Ain'T No Fun Getting Old

When I was a young man my imagination soared, my vision sharp , and my hearing acute my mind was quick ; without inhibition and at a moments notice my penis could stand at attention.
But now I am older my thinking slower , my vision require spectacles, have shrinking of my testicules and although I hear it requires these electronic devices in my ears.
And last but not least my my little friend to assume any dimension requires chemical intervention.
Aging ain't it great

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Old Man's Dream

When I was a young man I dreamt a young man's dreams of bucolic fields and 
mysterious streams 
Those streams that would wisk me down to the sea.
There to board the ship that would carry me to far of lands and opportunity.
Now I am and old man and dream old man's dreams of the fire and hearth and 
grandchildren's screams.
My ship now moored yet strains at the lines.
I hear her voice whisper come boy  climb aboard let us journey one last time.

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The Healing

Oh Asclepius You have honored me by imparting your art. Through space and time I have come to see the lowness of man and also their majesty 
Not just to hear but to listen is quickly losing its spark for each patient I see through beurecatic regulation is now merely a chart. Click all the boxes so the government implies doing all this will save your life. 
Now I am stripped of all cognition for if I suggest what is not in the box I am guilty of deviation.
I miss the days were the patient could converse and tell me what is happening without some pre printed verse.
The doctor is in but you may not see him. There are PAs , NPs and scribes that wedge in between him. 
Like some Kafka novel you meander through hoping that someone can help you .
Finally your time is up. The doctor you hoped to see never showed up. A prescription awaits you at the check out station. You made it, the waiting room breaks out with a standing ovation. You proudly hold you prescription up high. Thank you all and good bye .

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Cry For Our Democracy

Oh Diogenes if you breathed today what would you have to say about our politicians to wealth do their conscious sway and fall pry. That still small voice barely a whisper heard. Democracy she cries out to our noble land is there one amongst you that can say I am an honest man!

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I Got the News Today

I got the news today . It wasn't the worse or the best of news . I got the news today
There I sat my hands in place my mind whirling out into space . The doctor staring at the computer files. I shouted silently hey look over at me please just for awhile.
I got the news today.
The doctor cleared his throat and then in a metered tone of voice discussed my diagnosis and treatment choice. 
At least we know what is going on. I interrupted my life , do I have long
He gazed up at the ceiling as if the sword of Damocles tittered over me
I can make this proclamation with proper medication you should live your life without reservations. 
So I got the news today, better than I thought I must say.
I thanked my colleague for I being a doctor too and as I walked out past the nurses station.   There was a moment of self realization that I must strive without hesitation to show more compassion with my patients who face similar situations. 
I got my news today

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Past Perfect

Coming to the promised land. South Florida home of the newly wed and nearly dead. I watch the clouds role by for today seems like yesterday and the day before. The same faces pass my eye. I say hello and say good bye.
If per chance we should speak it is what one did what one ate . When asked of future plans no one can give a date. I suspect at this stage in life what we know of the future we do not speak. So I sit here in quiet contemplation my mind wonders visualizing past embarkations and friends no longer my companions. Oh past tense how I embrace you although so long ago. Let us knot speak of future endeavors. The past like a old blanket provides a profound comfort.

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House Divided Can Not Stand

A house divided can not stand. This thought was hailed by greater men but I feel these words need to be said once again. 
Can we not find common ground to be a nation resolute and proud?
Our universities once fertile for debate if you speak out it will be you who they will castigate.
O tempora o mores did Cicero exclaim is it the child parents of the past raised in rebellion are they to blame.
We are not perfect and never will be but we live in a nation that allows us to be more than our grasp because we are free.
Let us stop this new speak and microaggression, our safe space, all of this only retards our progression.
We are a nation born of adversity, let us rejoice in our inalienable diversity
A hours divided cannot stand.

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A Young Medical Student's Suplication

Hello Lord
Its me again. Seems like a long time since we last spoke
Friends should not be so long silent, but so much has happened Lord.
Good and bad, trouble and joy, so much Lord, but if I am not a better man, I am different.
Different for all that has transpired
I'm tired Lord, my body , my mind-
My soul cries out and I reach out but nothing-
Nothing but silence and the sight of a thousand expressionless faces do I behold-
All in a day Lord I run , I breath and I think-
O Lord give me strength to learn , to do and not to judge  least I too be judged b some higher court.
Help me my friend to find beauty where there is filth, charity were there is deprivation and love were there is emptiness

But more important Lord help me to understand my fellow man, to feel as he feels, and to make him whole.
To this end Lord shall we not go hand in hand , for you know me so very well and we have traveled this path once before
 Not as strangers but as old friends