Wake up early, go home late
Can’t shake your head from this lonely fate
When you say you care,
you almost wish you were lying
Trying to keep people who are alive from dying
but they are crying
to you, as if you have
holes in your palms
and you try to stay calm
as you give your alms.
Patient after patient,
you are losing your patience
and all of these people are so high-maintenance.
You can’t save them all,
there is always a fall
and by the time you go home, you are still on call.
I’m so sorry Doctor Dad, I hate to see you sad,
but that cross behind you isn’t real
despite the salvation you seem to feel.
Describe and
continue to prescribe
then wonder to yourself if
this is really being alive.