I am extremely proud of my granddaughter Mareze. She is attending medical school in Grenada. I wrote a poem to always remember that a doctor is first a servant of the people.
Mister Greed
by John Kaniecki
Mangy Mareze meandered the mystical maze
Today a day unlike all other days
A confusion of craze
Heart pumping furiously
Crimson blood flowed
Her pattering feet slowed
Before her was a door steadfast and secure
Fashioned of fine oak with a knocker of brass
A sight one might not pass
Without giving a second look
Like cryptic writing in a secret book
Mareze was lost counting the cost
Her hopes hampered in holocaust
She had nothing to lose
Save her sad song of endless blues
So up to the door just gave a push
But not an inch did it move
So Mareze put her whole weight on the portal
And pushed as if she was Hercules
Or some other strong immortal
The hinges creaked
And in delight Mareze shrieked
With double effort
Pushing for all that she was worth
She dug in her feet
Not accepting defeat
Slowly fraction by fraction
The door moved to Mareze’s satisfaction
So just to be sure
She pushed some more
Like a Champagne cork exploding
The door flew open
And Mareze went rolling in
At first stumbling
Than tumbling tumbling tumbling
Like a gymnast doing somersaults
Until she came to a halt
Mareze looked up to behold
A massive mountain of gold!
Stunned beyond belief
She sat their until she heard a cry
“A thief! A thief!”
There is the distance tiny to the eye
Small like a dismal fly
Sat an odd man
Naked as the day of his birth
His arms were thin as sin
His belly fat as a kettle
His skin silvery metal
On his face a wicked grin
His hand was extended pointing with his finger
He gave a massive shout
“What do you want in here?”
Though the man was not near
Mareze quaked in fear.
“Oh good sir I need your help indeed”
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