Beseeching when
my patient
lay on the death bed
Begging for more life, just a bit
with a heart paralyzed
I stood
impoverished,
helpless, that I’d lost
the battle before he could
“A fighter” he was called
For options any, we brainstormed
futile had been treatment to date
Comfort measures,
to keep it painless
sedated he was
whenever raced his heart
Within a few hours
Gone he was
Declaring death, signing notes numb I left
his war undoubtedly immense
with the illness
was for months
Oh, but that day his here last..
But with me as his physician, first
Unfulfilled wishes
Mine too as his,
though incomparable the duration was
Intense was as much my fight
Saw I, beseeching when
my patient
lay on the death bed
Begging for more life, just a bit
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