A Doctor's Dilemma

Poem By Richard Lackman

I've seen so much of death that I should know
Of my own fate and my mortality
And yet I seem to live my life as though
Death and dying don't apply to me.

Comments about A Doctor's Dilemma

it is fantastic poem, dealing with very important matter life/death that on the daily basis the surgeon facing it with some of their patients, and by bringing this theme into the poem it makes it superb, especially here the Dr has been pointed out from this wrestling...10+ for this great piece of work
With four lines the poet tells the agony and hardship of human life in adverse life conditions beyond the control of man and even an expert in the field. Nice and beautiful.
nice one. Death and dying don't apply to me. - well said
Having seen so much of death and dying may somehow numb the fear and sensitivity to it but that awareness does not remove the truth that all men will die someday. No one lives forever even the best doctors: -) The question remains, after this life - what? Thought-provoking poem and incisive (pardon the pun) write.
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