A Gentle Doctor Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Gentle Doctor



Looking around a sterile waiting room for some sign of human touches.
Only thing is a few magazines on a glass table.
No pictures hanging on the walls, no colorful hues painted anywhere - all is dark - nondescript.
Yet, the doctor is intelligent, creative, wonderful, a joy in all respects and a gentleman besides.

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