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RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silver Star - 9,238 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Doctor's Greed


Grand and tall, once he stood.
Basking in respect, commanding dignity.
Until one day, in great dismay, he found himself in rags and disrespect.
A proud figure brought to the ground, losing all his noble dignity.
Sneaking behind authorities and the I.R.S., he tried desperately to cover up his dishonesty - but it stood out beyond all of his qualities.
Taking money under-handedly, he had sought to rip off the state, because he thought his services far underpaid.
Yes, he was a professional, looked up to in his field, he felt it his right to steal what he couldn't honestly make.
His cases were hopeless, he brought them back to life.
This gives him the right?

Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a true story - it was in the newspaper. About a doctor who saved his patients and stole from the them and the insurance.

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,842 Points Bri Edwards (11/9/2014 11:36:00 PM)

    so is he a politician now? and i don't necessarily like doctors bringing people back from the brink of death! there are too many people in the world, and i'm one of them! ! bri :) (Report) Reply

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