No other man, unless it was Doc Hill, <br />Did more for people in this town than l. <br />And all the weak, the halt, the improvident <br />And those who could not pay flocked to me. <br />I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers. <br />I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune, <br />Blest with a congenial mate, my children raised, <br />All wedded, doing well in the world. <br />And then one night, Minerva, the poetess, <br />Came to me in her trouble, crying. <br />I tried to help her out -- she died -- <br />They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me, <br />My wife perished of a broken heart. <br />And pneumonia finished me.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doctor-meyers/
