The hours that hold my future
await me in days.
They'll decide if I can suture,
my thoughts they invade.
Yet I shall trust my hours at the computer,
And for the rest, I shall pray.
There pops the screen with 4 choices.
I click as I feel my heart beat.
Listening closely to my trained voices.
I finish and get up to my feet.
"It was worth it" my joy says.
"You survived the burning heat".
Now you can apply to medical school,
utilizing your talents and passions.
Healing the body with the academic tool,
and the soul with the utmost compassion.
Uncovering the infinite knowledge pool,
through systematic researching action.
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