In realms of dreams, where paths unfold,
A doctor's life, with stories untold.
Yet, in the heart, a writer's fire,
Yearns to craft tales that never tire.
The poet's soul, with verse so fine,
Echoes emotions, a symphony divine.
The journalist's quest, with truth to share,
Unveils the world, with stories to spare.
The lawyer's mind, with logic so bright,
Weaves justice, in the dark of night.
The politician's voice, with ion so bold,
Leads the masses to a future to mould.
But then, the doctor's role, with skill so grand,
Saves lives in the ER, with a steady hand.
The thrill of the OT, where hearts beat fast,
Is a rush like no other, a moment to last.
Yet, sometimes doubt creeps in, like a thief,
And questions the choice of this noble relief.
For in the 9 to 5, a routine so tight,
The creative soul feels lost in the night.
Perhaps I was meant for something more free,
A life that dances, with spontaneity.
But then, the ER calls, with its urgent cry,
And the thrill of healing makes the heart fly.
In this dance of professions, so diverse and wide,
Each one a world, where ions reside.
The writer's words, the poet's rhyme,
The journalist's truth is the lawyer's crime.
The politician's dream, the doctor's art,
Each one is a journey that touches the heart.
And though I wear the doctor's cloak with pride,
The other selves within, still whisper and glide.
In the end, it's not just one role we play,
But many lives that weave our way.
And though the path may twist and turn,
Each profession's beauty, forever, will burn.
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P.C: Pinterest
Words: Mine
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