Doctor Time

Pitter patter days together,

Grey skies seem forever,

Play spoilsport to your plan,

Go nowhere you can.

Makes you hop around for days after,

Yet, when the prodigal sun is back,

Gloomy days seem a long time back,

You enjoy the gift of green grass.

Pain of failure gives sleepless nights,

You try to move on with all might,

Yet it lingers in mind, like a red light,

To your train of thought.

The soothing balm of time,

Heals wounds in time,

When the Healer is done,

With his job, your pain is gone.

The Healer sometimes leaves a scar,

To remind in the future afar,

That you had overcome pain,

And you can do it again!