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Khan BA Sep 2017
Look Where We Have Come...

Look where we have come,
After Tilling the land for years,
All friends around with laughter and tears,
Just like olden days even surpassing all these years.
O how can I forget the tug on my tail,
I feel it even now with happy tears,
That push in the water ever so frail,
And the laughter from my dears,
The bug in the books and hug of the friends,
Cramming pharmacy and medical trends,
Listening to lectures with dozing eyes
After nights spent in learning pathology and its vibes
Those clinical classes we attended
And all the laughter that we attracted
How can I forget those days at all
The love and laughter together of us all
With all of you together makes my Holy Grail,
My friends my friends are my dears all."

(By Khan, BA)
these words were penned on the spur, when my class fellows from my medical school (GMC'77)  came together. The joy was such immense. a jubilant moment
Baylee Sep 2015
Walking around
Miniature pharmacy,
Too many pills to count,
No one understands,
No one can relate,
To the type of life,
The type of hate
She has for herself.

This one every 12 hours,
That one every eight,
Six puffs of an inhaler,
It's her body that she hates.
Walking down the road,
Her bag rattles from all the drugs,
She pops some more here and there,
Then it's nyquil that she chugs.

Why isn't she normal?
Why does she have to do this?
No one her age is worried
About missing their next dose,
But if she misses
A single medication,
She might as well
Admit herself into a hospital
Coma-tose.
Graff1980 Aug 2015
The pharmacist is not your friend
He may put you up in a high hotel
With slip streams of ****** pills
Paxil and Wellbutrin
Designed to defeat depression
To facilitate a fog like
Fugues of perfected moods
With drugs made to create
The perfect drone state
So you can pay your bills
So you can **** and sleep well
So you can keep your health
But it is poison
Kidney killing swill
And while you are under the influence
Perfectly sedated so you forget how to feel
One hand is in your pocket
Thinning your wallet draining dollar bills
While the other hand holds your heart
Crushing what is left of your already weakened will
AmberLynne Aug 2014
I got a text today with news that was
     a long time coming.
But that fact didn't make receiving it
     a single bit easier.
Working in pharmacy is
     high stress
     low thanks,
Gotta develop quite the
     thick skin.
But some patients are different.
They become favorites,
     your smiles to them are genuine,
     you share hugs with them,
     your heart twists at their struggles,
     and you rejoice in their triumphs.
You come to love them.
The problem with that connection is,
     when they die,
     they take a piece of you with them.
You'll no longer
     see their name on your computer screen,
     pour their medication into a vial,
     have them brighten your day.
Working in pharmacy is
     high stress
     low thanks
But the worst part is when a patient is gone
     and you don't get to tell them goodbye
     or how much they meant to you.
8.22.14

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