Doctor, I have heard you play your Harmonica before, <br /> there's something wrong with a surgeon that plays the blues, <br /> I can't believe that all escaped you! <br /> But, then, eveyone needs to relax in their own way, I guess. <br /> <br /> That was fine, until today... <br /> and I know that you are thought to be the best... <br /> <br /> Now, it is MY mother that needs your help! <br /> <br /> Doctor, use your gifted hands again, <br /> please use your training and your heart, <br /> anatomically there's no such thing, <br /> - - - but, save this soul! <br /> <br /> In this troubled world... <br /> giving one this good, another day... <br /> gives everyone a better chance, <br /> nobody ever knows who she will touch tommorrow! <br /> <br /> Maybe with a story, <br /> maybe with a look, <br /> even with a smile - - - <br /> who's to say what other soul is waiting for a touch! <br /> <br /> You are one hell of a surgeon, <br /> but, for the good of all... <br /> remember that oath that you took, <br /> sort of... <br /> <br /> First do no Harmonica!<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doctor-h/
