Every night I lie awake <br />And every day I lie abed <br />And hear the doctors, Pain and Death, <br />Confering at my head. <br /> <br />They speak in scientific tones, <br />Professional and low-- <br />One argues for a speedy cure, <br />The other, sure and slow. <br /> <br />To one so humble as myself <br />It should be matter for some pride <br />To have such noted fellows here, <br />Conferring at my side.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doctors/
