Sara Teasedale: Doctors

Doctors

Every night I lie awake    And every day I lie abed And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,    Conferring at my head.
They speak in scientific tones,    Professional and low— One argues for a speedy cure,    The other, sure and slow.
To one so humble as myself    It should be matter for some pride To have such noted fellows here,    Conferring at my side.