Doctors

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Title:     Doctors
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

EVERY night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Conferring at my head.

They speak in scientific tones,
Professional and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.

To one so humble as myself
It should be matter for some pride
To have such noted fellows here,
Conferring at my side.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Doctors

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