One by one they all come to me,
For whats written in detail,
From the leanest to the squeemish,
And some that are hard as nails
Each one a little different,
From the one that came before,
Some walk in moody,
But are smiling as they walk out the door.
See you next time Jenny,
I hear through out the day,
As one by one I take their blood,
And send them on their way.
Though life at times can be hectic,
With a computor that runs so slow,
I relish the calm and quiet,
As the final patient goes.
Rongo Raniera Maihi
Copyright �2003 Rongo Raniera Maihi
