Doctors Assessment

You are poor and will always

Have that shadow on your heart

It’s what gives your struggle

Its particular aspect

To do without would be

An act of indolence

The mind thinks ignoring

The legs complaint

To have done it this long

Has left you worn and aged

But has your metal by

That repeated use shining

Purely, without taint

As an organ within a child

All of this is private

For no ones eyes but your inner one

That holds that luminous metal

In the faint recess made

By two hands

As they rest their backs

In the dirt and fill with rain

The nugget warping as the water

Runs over its surface

No other way to behold

Otherwise it was never there

Until dug from its rook

The hollow belly

My advice is to eat

To fill it and having given birth

To rest, having reached the bottom

To build and so to live a little longer