The Wild Pharm

Poetry

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I am a pharm girl,
through and through.
I strive to be a pillar
of my community.
I took a vow to care
for those who aren’t well;
to be a steward of drugs;
to treat every patient
with fairness and respect;
to serve and protect
their health needs;
to ensure they don’t fall
through the cracked walls
of a broken health system.

As a dispensary pharmacist,
I’m forced to move fast
and juggle many tasks.
But people get impatient.
Some even get mad,
while others look at me,
and just feel bad.

But I can’t do everything
and please everyone.
The waiting room is full,
but I can only go so fast.
My poor assistant
is running around
like a headless chicken;
she can’t slow down
otherwise the dispensary
will crumble to the ground.