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A tribute to medical doctors and physicians who help patients around the world everyday.

Submitted: August 03, 2017

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Submitted: August 03, 2017



My job is to know you

Even if you don’t know yourself

My job is to expose you

Like no one else


So much time you spend

Pretending you’re in control

Until all your tricks fail

When you fault my role


I studied you in all events

Before life, after life, in life

And none like me can tell you what went

And what’s left to use mid strife


I’m about your body

But I talk to your mind

And I never left your heart, hardly

I’m every memory you’ll ever find


People don’t know me

But they still in me they trust

In the end you owe me

That I took care of you dust to dust


Overworked and underpaid,

Or infamously overpolished

I know you have me made

And I know you have me acknowledged


No matter how you see me,

I’m present and a present

Your failsafe wrapped in a mystery

Whodunnit that you represent

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