Nullins

This is a poem I wrote after I had a weird dream.

My first recurring dream I see
Lord what you want to do with me
I’ll cut and fix old knees and hips
I’ll saw and stitch broke folks for tips
I’ll have to study night and day
A task that I should not delay
A science lab will be my home
As long as I’m before you throne
If it’s your will then may it be
For you and for your majesty

J.C.N.