To think that the doctor wasn't in there,
That another person his equipment
Had on; a strange thought that he should now wear
What I thought was precious to you, shipment
From foreign lands where once you did service
For the needy and the homeless. Vagrant
Now is the chair on wheels: I reminisce
How it once did fly about the room! Hunt,
That is the term you used, hunt for paper,
For names, for diseases, you would so punt
With your speed the ball of time; a savior
Were you to those that came, even the runt.
Now another holds your place, without such
Enthusiasm, or your graceful touch.
The Replacement, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012
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