The Doctor's LetterA Poem by TomGerald, a senior citizen who still regularly turns out every Saturday to play along with the rest of us 'younger' guys and loves every minute !!
Though never better, I received a doctor's letter
requesting a visit routine, puzzled all the same, regarding it's aim to the surgery, I did convene Reporting at reception, I was accused of deception "you're not listed here," a lady remarked, "this cannot be, here's a letter from my GP though no regular caller," I barked "Well my good fella, I'll have to go to the cellar" the secretary grumpily said, after one hour, she returned even more sour holding a tattered folder of red "Now sir please listen, you're not on our system but it's clear from this old file, although certainly latent, you once were a patient so Dr Barker will see you, in a short while" Whilst sat outside his room, I grew aware of the gloom as folk waited to be seen, transfixed to mobile phones, like listless drones, awaiting a pardon from the queen In turn, each through the door, then back out as before still calling and texting, clutching paper prescriptions, for various afflictions a due process, I found rather vexing Soon my turn, to meet a doctor looking stern weary of the daily regime, but he broke into a smile, noting the name on the file "come in, sit down, I want to come clean" I personally looked you up, from your name on a cup my grandfather kept in his study, he was once your GP, and I further decree a past teammate and buddy He often spoke of your strong-will and athletic skill combined, to defeat any foe, yet down through the years, despite blood, sweat and tears to his general practice, you'd never go Now forty years on, how can you go so long without ever a sick day, regularly seen, out on the village green, still playing and plugging away? " "Now young Dr Barker, let me put down a marker as to why, I remain free of all ills, play the game hard but fair, with gusto and flare, to negate the need for any pills Always bat straight, to narrow the gate and bowl to the sweat drips from your brow, for the simple trick to it, is to keep playing cricket so look me up, in another forty years from now ! " © 2015 TomAuthor's Note
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