I'm a doctor and my patient just died. <br />I'm a doctor and her death made me cry. <br />She died ten minutes ago on the operating table. <br />I thought that I could save her but I wasn't able. <br /> <br />It was pure hell to tell her parents that she didn't make it. <br />Being a doctor is important but sometimes these things make me want to forsake it. <br />But I can't forsake the sick and so I have to go on. <br />But it's never easy to accept that a patient is gone. <br /> <br />When I save a patient, it always makes me feel pride. <br />But losing a patient makes a small part of me die inside. <br />I will continue to practice medicine and help my fellow man. <br />I took a hippocratic oath and I'll save as many people as I can. <br /> <br />(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT IT'S SOMETHING THAT REAL DOCTORS EXPERIENCE.)<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hippocratic-oath/
