Results are negative,
the doctor beams.
Is that good or bad?
the patient screams.

No, it’s all very positive,
the doctor closes the file.
So I’m safe to go home?
still not ready to smile.

Just one of those things,
standing up tall to leave.
All over, just like that?
Still not ready to believe.

More patients coming,
distant eyes not smiling.
Well I’d better go then,
this conclusion beguiling.

Both patient and doctor
then go their separate ways.
Uncertainty awaiting both
on this most normal of days.

(Poem taken from Seasons)