AN: I wrote this during class in high school. When else do you write great poetry?
What is it Doctor dear?
What is it that you hear?
What is it that you see with those age-old eyes?
Can you see when everyone dies?
Is it death you hear?
Do you see people's fear?
Then close your eyes
And cover your ears,
But everyone still dies
And there are still fears.
And the only one to fight them
Is you, my Doctor dear.