The Color Dead

The color dead
A home with one hundred beds
Nurses, Doctors, and Tech’s
Providing care as illness spreads
What’s next?
Bad communication and improper
dosage calculations on medications
Combined with an attitude of money being
The Only motivation
The aforementioned are not jobs though employed
Every patient is deserving of the greatest care
As if it was your own girl or boy
My future is to learn as much as possible
To build on my experiences from my prior
work at different hospitals
To continuously educate myself to exceed
All expectations
To not only treat human beings
But help find cures for the diseases that made
them patients
In the future I’ll live the dream
Beyond degrees and PhD’s
Of becoming my best me
My name M.D.

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