Maybe I’m an idealist
Call me a hypocrite
But I hate
that hate exists
Growing up,
my best friends in school
were from all different parts of the map
Some adults can really be fools
They should learn from children
who don’t give a crap
About creating divisions and causing dissent
Manipulating meanings
of what things truly represent
The misguided don’t care about the collateral damage
They lash out and loathe in fits of rage
It’s insanity
Inanity
Total inhumanity
This evening in the park there was a celebration of Holi
Gulal throwing with other families
of different cultures and ethnicities
Celebrating good over evil’s victory
A love and forgiveness festivity
I sat as the sun set, thinking quietly
This is the way things should really be.
I love working in medicine
Treating people with art, science and reason
But sometimes helping people can be difficult
You try your best but don’t get the result
And everybody is so very different
Yet everybody expects the same:
The perfect outcome for every treatment
And when it’s not perfect some do complain
It is their right, but it sure wrecks your brain
At work you place others first every minute (and sometimes even once they’re out of sight)
And one unhappy person can lose you sleep overnight
You’ll learn some things are beyond your control
Though you wish they weren’t because it sure takes a toll
You’ll find some perceptions of you can be cold
Sometimes you’ll feel like you just want to fold
But ultimately I know who I am
I genuinely care and try as hard as I can
I use what I learn, always seeking information
Anything to make me a better clinician
Working in medicine can be tough
There is so much at stake
Disappointing even one person can lead to heartbreak
It really tests how much stress a human can take
Working in medicine can be rough
But when the day ends
Lying down feeling spent
I think about all the good that’s been done
And that’s enough
Poems for My Sons 