Today I do not want to be a doctor

‘Today I do not want to be a doctor’ is a poem by my favorite South Auckland-born medical poet, Glenn Colquhoun.

PLAYING GOD: Poems about Medicine has recently been published by the Hammersmith Press

WHEN I AM IN DOUBT

a poem for surgeons
When I am in doubt I talk to surgeons.
I know that they will know what to do.
They seem so sure.
Once I talked to a surgeon.
He said that when he is in doubt
He talks to priests.
Priests will know what to do.
Priests seem so sure.
Once I talked to a priest.
He said that when he is in doubt
He talks to God.
God will know what to do.
God seems so sure.
Once I talked to God.
He said that when he is in doubt
he thinks of me.
He says I will know what to do.
I seem so sure.

TODAY I DO NOT WANT TO BE A DOCTOR

Today I do not want to be a doctor.
Nobody is getting any better.
Those who were well are sick again
and those who were sick are sicker.
The dying think they will live.
The healthy think they are dying.
Someone has taken too many pills.
Someone has not taken enough.
A woman is losing her husband.
A husband is losing his wife.
The lame want to walk.
The blind want to drive.
The deaf are making too much noise.
The depressed are not making enough.
The asthmatics are smoking.
The alcoholics are drinking.
The diabetics are eating chocolate.
The mad are beginning to make sense.
Everyone’s cholesterol is high.
Disease will not listen to me
Even when I shake my fist.

TODAY I WANT TO BE A DOCTOR

Today I am happy to be a doctor.
Everyone seems to be getting better.
Those who were sick are not so sick
and those who were well are thriving.
The healthy are grateful to be alive.
And the dying are at peace with their dying.
No one has taken too many pills.
No one has taken too few.
A woman is returning to her husband.
A husband is returning to his wife.
The lame accept chairs.
The blind ask for dogs.
The deaf are listening to music.
The depressed are tapping their feet.
The asthmatics have stopped smoking.
The alcoholics have stopped drinking.
The diabetics are eating apples.
The mad are beginning to make sense.
Nobody’s cholesterol is high.
Disease has gone weak at the knees
I expect him to make an appointment.

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  1. Bek says

    Love this poet but i have a request. Please publish the partner poem, Today I want to be a Doctor. They work so much better together.

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