The Patchwork Quilt

“Dedicated to the Real Dr.Patch Adams“

 

We have might
We have thunder
He has a humble
Healing hand
Our pockets
Are full of blunder
His shoes
Are full of sand

 

 

 

He has
No Wall of Glory
To hang his framed “Did”
But you will see him
Minding pain, soothing fury
At that poor; desolate shed

He traded his years
For a smile
Of a recovering child
We dug deep in our needs
Went deaf to good deeds
“A call for help is coming,
Everybody…run
Find a place to hide”

He took blue sky
For shelter
Walked miles and miles
To bring back laughter
Climbed endless hills
While we
Worried about our galas
And the morning after
How far can we go
On our treadmills

Times are hard
So start sharing
Start caring
And give him an ear
Who knows?
One day
On the down side
You will need him
To heal you
To wipe your painful tear

We have might
We have thunder
He has a humble
Healing hand
Our pockets
Are full of blunder
His shoes
Are full of sand