ah the good doctor
I see him now
with his beige suit
brown tie
and hand stitched shirt
chuckling profundo in hindi
and raising two octaves to speak
out of the laughter
and say 'bravo well played'
ah the good doctor
who lost it all
when he ignored the advice of the seance
to keep three tins
just like his mother
for the rent
for the business
and the family food
ah the good doctor
such a fine man
nodding half asleep by fire
as in turn we poets orated aloud
chatting away in the gaps
and ah the good doctor
in his silver rolls royce
with his much loved lady wife
both are now gone
and leave a hole
in those he touched with his life
The Blue Book
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