Rose Bud
When love in season be done,
or love be perished,
mayhap the more noble,
the love be great!
But when love in bloom,
a rose bud young,
not yet in form,
meet its doom…
Perhaps the more tragic,
the most forlorn!
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MY LIFE AS A MED STUDENT: is that her femoral artery? »
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“Is that her femoral artery?”
I met my lover late one night,
Stethoscope on my chest, BP cuff on my right,
And as he held my hand, on his resident’s command,
He summoned up all his might -
“I’m a doctor-in-training”, he said,
Resting his body against my bed
“And is it too…
“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
