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Rebecca Porter Poem
Greedy Vets
I spend my days with greedy Vets,
It is plain for all to see.
My vets are very greedy,
For their labor there is a fee.
Their greed for knowledge is endless.
Their greed for answers is clear.
Their greed to heal consuming.
To fail their biggest fear.
Many years of study and toil,
It takes to learn the ropes.
To one day pay their Uni debts,
Amongst their greatest hopes.
These vets want nothing more,
Than to cure the very ill.
They do not do it for the cash,
To say so breaks their will.
Their healing hands surround our pets,
And often they hold our own.
When everything can be done to help,
Yet our babies are still called home.
So you see, this greed is very real,
They take it home each day.
The greed to help, the greed to heal.
It never goes away.
RP
Copyright © Rebecca Porter | Year Posted 2014
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