In realms of health, they stand tall
With their mortars and pestles, ready to treat and serve all
A steady hand, with knowledge deep and wide,
A trusted friend, a source where we confide.

With care and skill, they mix and measure well,
Ensuring each dose, a healing spell.
From pills and potions to advice so clear,
They ease our burdens, calm each rising fear.

Through sleepless nights and days of endless toil,
They serve with purpose, on life’s fertile soil.
So let us honor, with hearts both true and bold,
The pharmacists, whose stories must be told.

And on this day, as we their service praise,
May gratitude illuminate their ways.
For in their work, a noble art we find,
The pharmacists, forever in our mind.