Depression

Depression

'Tis help that I need

In the form of a shrink

Someone with degrees

To bring me back from the brink

But my first visit

with wife at the side

Has me sure wonderin'

If I can abide

The guys are real nutter

I've got nothin' on him

But he finds me too hard

And palms me off onto Jim

Well Jims a real smoothy

And he helps in a way

But after only one session

He's off to Ireland for holiday

In six weeks I'll be back

Take it easy my friend

Keep taking those pills

And don't meet your end

Six weeks you say

Well it can't be all bad

All I need do

is try not to be sad

Well the pills were of help

I can't disagree

But a little more dosage

They've decided for me.

And then back from Ireland

I go visit Jim

I talk and I talk

And then listen to him

I'm sorry my friend

I'll know not of your fate

For I've taken a job

In a far off state.

And so once again

I'm back to my woes

Fighting the demons

That no-one else knows. 

Russ Howells copyright March 2010