Sonnet: Why Is My Medical Practice Dull?

I wonder why my practice ne’er picks up! I’ve tried to correct lapses on my side; My practice always stays my woeful cup; Each eve, I muse while on my scooter-ride! I ponder why but it is of no use; The profit made is not a sum worthwhile; My precious time improves my soaring muse; Will God not see my prayerful plea-file? And yet, my mind is steadfast as a rock; I can’t discern the plans God has for me; I cannot bear the ways people can mock; How can I fleece the men of poverty? Perhaps, my clinic is a place to pray! God leads His righteous souls in strange a way!