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Only Two Things Are Certain


Dreams of my future

All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal.

Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures

Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles.

No one category is completely chosen

Because the possibilities have my mind running crazy

Though traveling the world is for sure golden

I know for sure that my job must  include healing and traveling together, that is not hazy.

You see, I’ve been so lucky that I have to share

All the blessings and knowledge I have stored.

I have to share with the world the privilege I’ve been given, believe me, I care.

Because working in an office all day is sure to make me bored.

Traveling from here to there is what I want

Yes, a doctor without boarders is something to flaunt.

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