A Cure For All Time

A Cure For All Time?

The pitiful form laid seeking a cure

Potions, pills, powders to make pure

A humble offering pleading to God?

Not from this pitiful, penniless sod.

‘Purity of soul must be your goal

Seek deep within for your healing

With a sinful soul we are dealing!

Many moons on wisdom abounding

Hippocratean zeal astounding

The white coated angel in making

Tangled complex Latin surrounding

Peering, patronising with every breath

‘If only you’ll listen you simple little man

My velvet words of healing

Is with what you are dealing.

A simple solution now must you view

Do as I say now, not as I do.

Instant cures at the bid of a click

So long in darkness, were we so thick?

Endless solutions hang in the ether

The bastion of modern byte size healing

Still in pain I glare, watching flies dance on the ceiling.