Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Confering 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.
Doctors
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: death, night, pain, pride, head, hear, humble, speak, slow, matter, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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