Good morning everyone! Please join me in welcoming back a regular, Vic Tomlinson, and his poem, The Old Family Doctor.
The Old Family Doctor
He hardly had time for lunch,
maybe a sandwich on the run.
His hours were long and hard,
6:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m.
He did his hospital rounds before office hours
and his home visits in the evening.
He gave lots of penicillin shots,
the drug of choice, in the 1950’s.
As a general practitioner,
he was the doctor that people
saw the most.
If they didn’t have the money for services,
he might accept a chicken or pie instead.
People put their health
and hopes in his hands.
Although the practice of medicine has come a long ways,
I will always miss those days of a doctor making home visits.
Awesome poem, Vic! I was lucky enough to have two family doctors like this while growing up in the 1980s. They were a special breed. Thank you so much for sharing it!
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