He's climbed that stony hill
a man with seeing eyes
who thinks and ponders still
the oh, so common lies.
And looking to the yonder
I know this doctor will
with care and childlike wonder
attend to what is ill.
A man who never swallows
the modern greedy pill
who's filled in many hollows...
A Happy Birthday, Bill!
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-dr-bill-hirzy/
