Three Loves in One We've gathered Love, but only insofar As we have reaped a crop from seeds we've sown. Those hours we cherished our beloved are The most rewarding times we've ever known, Which bears a certain similarity To what occurs through strangers we behold: Each freely-given act of charity Repays the helping hand one hundred-fold. Philosophers love wisdom more than knowledge And prove it when they strive to know themselves As thoroughly as facts they learned in college From dusty books arrayed on crowded shelves. Give love away to everyone you meet, And let your heart thereby be made complete. For What Ails You When viral or bacterial Infections strike and make us ill, Our outlook's less funereal If we receive the proper pill Or subcutaneous injection. The medicines on hand today Approach remedial perfection -- We're fortunate, and who's to say Things won't get better? There are cures For every kind of ache and pain That no one willingly endures, Correctives for a faulty brain, And lotions to restore one's hair To what it was ten years ago. A pharmacopoeia is there To palliate distress and slow The pace of physical decline, And -- barring sheer myopia -- It's clear such remedies define A medical utopia. The studies, all empirical, Show ways to make a body whole, But still it takes a miracle To heal sclerosis of the soul. First published in Chronicles, January 2018 C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press.