A poem for a doctor wannabe

If you need a cure, I’ll be slow but sure

I’ll certainly try, not to make you cry

Truly this job, entails compassion and love.

For doctors are used by God to extend one’s life.

I may give you tablets, which may have side effects.

But I won’t prescribe, if it’s insignificant

For what’s in my mind is for you to be fine.

And your safety is always prioritized.

A doctor is what I want to turn out to be

And I’ll do what I can to bring out the best in me

It may still take me a decade or two

But who cares, if it would mean helping you?

(This is a poem which I was able to compose one rainy evening, when my mind was functioning...Sorry...i just have to cherish it, once in a blue moon lang e..hehe don't even know if it really makes sense. )