on being elderlyA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
arrogant
physicians with clumsy manner and sometimes equally
inept hands
diagnoses all over the
charts like roughly sketched
treasure maps feeling the incisions of errant decisions,
we escape into
anesthesia's woods hoping to come out the
other side with elegant scars and no poison ivy
contrition
lamenting our faith in the Hippocratic oath which often seems like swearing on a seldom
opened Bible,
we are reeling from the
feeling that we are not really
healing
just mis-believing
in not-so miracle cures and poor etiquette added
in for good measure.
erin-cilberto 4/23/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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38 Reviews Added on April 25, 2016 Last Updated on April 25, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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