“Oh no,not again,”
My daughter cried in vain.
Another cancelled movie date
“Your work, I really hate”.
I sat her close,wiped those tears
Some partly mine,some partly hers.
“A doctor’s job’s not nine to five
’tis a reality show,24/7,live.”
Making plans is just a token
When duty calls,they’re soon forsaken.
Dinner,movies,romantic flings
Take a backseat when the phone rings.
“So,why not quit,” my daughter says,
When only work fills nights and days.
Is it money, Is it fame
What pushes you to play the game?”
I paused to take a closer look,
At the writing in my Life’s book.
The answer lay there,a trifle odd
“In my work, I see God.”
