I don’t want to see that woman right now,
She keeps asking me “why” and “how”.
And that man there, with the tear on his cheek,
His pain is showing- it’s pale and weak.
I don’t want you to see how I agonize
So don’t look into my eyes.

I feel bad for the child who ran into the street.
She may not get to walk again on those pretty little feet.
Her mother must have been preoccupied,
For she had no idea her daughter was by the roadside.
I will try very hard not to criticize,
But just in case, don’t look into my eyes.

What should I say to the people who have been waiting?
They have no visible wounds, only mild aching.
Some are saying to just give them medicine,
Many are wanting the next turn in…
It’s not up to me to authorize,
Please don’t look into my eyes.

What about the man who fell from the rooftop of his house?
I must go and talk about broken bones to an already sobbing spouse.
And to the elderly woman restrained to her bed,
And all the loved ones who feel left out and mislead…
You say that I don’t sympathize,
But you don’t look into my eyes.



I wish I could snap my fingers and make it all better,
The best I can do is pray for your pain and write this letter.
I want to help everyone who needs it,
As if I had some sort of magic kit.
All I can do is give my advice
And hope they don’t look into my eyes

Dedicated to all the health care professionals.