Clinic

M.A., 2T5 PB

A flurry of steps

Rushing down halls

‘Who’s here? What’s next?’

They gesture and call

From room to room

One case to the next

This patient needs meds

And this patient needs rest

Lists upon lists

Rows of seats never empty

The clock moves fast

But for patients it’s lengthy

Come the end of day

When all is done

The doctor leans back

‘Oh gosh! Where’s the sun?’

The days can drone on

Work can seem futile

Take some time to think

Feel instead of toil

What’s routine to us

To patients is daunting

But know you make a difference

In the efforts you’re making

Be proud of yourself

Honour the lives at your provision

Be kind and be brave

Find peace in your profession