Broken Hearts

I went to see the doctor
He took one look at me
Boy you got a problem
That I can plainly see
Sit up on the table
And I will call my nurse
It looks like quite a job
So we better get to work.

The nurse came in
And the doctor left
She looked me in the eye
And scared me half to death
Lie back on the table
I know just what to do
Close your eyes and just relax
You’re be better when I’m through

As I lay there on the table
My troubles disappeared
Minutes changed to hours
Hours into years
She read to me from Hemmingway
And T.S. Elliot
Love Sonnets of Portugal
I never will forget

She touched my hand
She closed her book
A tear was in her eye
She kissed me gently on the cheek
And then she said goodbye 
Broken hearts are hard t mend
May take a little time
Try a little common sense
Poetry and rhyme