Silvio’s skin was grey and cold. It was the new century, and early in the morning on the Fourth of July. Mio was the first to discover this, and angry perhaps at the injustice of it all, but the National was far from his thoughts on this day.
Like it or not
Pain’s hard on anyone
Simple relief is the best I can do
If my efforts manage to remain
Just add ‘Country Doctor?’ to my name
It’s time now to get back to the Doctor. The thought is daunting. Summers are way too hot and speaking only in rhyme? But then again, there are still so many sleepless nights left to go, and we must “Do What Must Be Done”.
And so it goes, lives forever entwined.
