On The Tranquility Of Our Days
In A Hospital's Casualty Ward
A Young Man Was Rushed In
With An Accident And A Given Up Heart
"It's A Lost Cause" Said A Senior
Lots Of Blood Is Already Lost
Hell Bent Was The Intern To Try
No Matter How Much The Cost
Watery Eyes And Mumbling Lips
That's All The Family Had To Pray
To Think In Their Weakening Mind
If Their Gods Have Left Them Stray
He Recalled The Hippocratic Oath
And Driven By His Will To Strive
At Stake Were His Hard Earned Skills
So Perhaps Life's Flame May Thrive
A Painful Thing For A Passing Mind
To Watch His Efforts Go In Vain
Bright Apron And A Delicate Conscience
Were Tainted In A Life Long Stain
The Man Left The Mortal Realm
Despite All That The Medic Tried
That Day My Friends In That Ward
A Young, Enthusiastic Doctor Cried
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