Dear Doctor.
Dear Doctor I miss you, we had some fun.
I enjoyed the group sessions, and the one on one.
Saying goodbye, this is not easy for me.
To pearly gates, you have earned your key.
Thank you for helping, I needed your skills.
I needed your love, getting over the hills.
In the ebbs and highs, of my mental state.
The hours of talking, made me feel great.
As hard as it is, with you not around.
Its because of you, I am safe and sound.
I’ll try to remember, what I’ve been taught.
About the little battles, that have to be fought.
There were two parts, about going to war.
That sent my emotions, up in a roar.
The fear of dying, being slain by my foe.
The fear of leaving, the one’s that I know.
I tried to hide, and to work all day.
Not for the money, and not for the pay.
Years have vanished, the time went quick.
After the war, I didn’t know I was sick.
So I say good-by to my savior and friend.
My thoughts will touch the hand you extend.
Jim Raab.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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