I wait by the storm till my driver will arrive.
So intense is the snow, I hope he’s still alive.
Wicked is the weather, the vision is obscure.
Fearless he appears, that is him for sure.
I’m grateful he penetrated the white wind, the storm.
And hopeful nature’s wrath comes down to some norm.
Behind the wheel is Nanda with nothing to impede.
Our mission — an essential — to address a dental need.
I was pensive for a moment; the world is just like that —
Perilous and precarious, we must admit t
