Medicine is a wondrous and messy mix
of science and art, of mind and of heart
as practitioners, we are the masters of this finger-painting renaissance
Even after all that we’ve discovered
about health and ills
Medicine remains
Full of mysteries still
We’ve come far but there is much further yet to go
though we will never know
all there is to know
Although the ideal may not meet the real
we practice medicine nonetheless
we practice when we’re feeling well
and we practice when we are under duress
We do our best and hope
that our patients will grant us patience
as we stumble on
welcoming new medical advances
with each breaking dawn
Our patients are the ones driving
the medical bus we ride without end
death does not stop our collective quest:
on the road of discovery, death is only a bend
