Loss of Face

In days of yore, I wore my crown,
A master of healin’ craft renowned.
Alas, time has rac’ed, my edge has dull’d,
In clinic's hyper lane, been bludgeon’d and pull’d.

Once a guru’s guru, now a novice's gaze is too much to bear,
Tru’ relevance now seems much to dare.
Innovator's surge, a tidal wave so grand,
Swept away my prowe’s, like a pebble on the sand.

Oh, the medicine man’s note that's now Greek [or Japanese?] to me,
Cryptic jargon, a baffling sea.
Once held in esteem, now left to squirm,
Lost in the jumble, like a tangled worm.

But fear not, for laughter is my repri’ve,
As I navigate this unchart’d sieve.
A relic of past, with wisdom intact,
I'll chuckle at life's quirky act.

So here's to losing my face with grace,
Embracing change in this worldly race.
Relevance may wane, expertise may fade,
But humor and humility never evade.