A day on the frontline
Oh what a day on the front line
Mental illness running wild
So many down
So much rage from such a small man
So much pain for such a big man
Am not God but some Devine inspiration will help
Theirs only so much intelligence can do
I do believe love is the cure
But when the day us over wheres the love for these loving hands
Who cares for the carer
Who's cares to be at the frontline
Am just so glad my day is done
keith jeffries
Thu 29th Dec 2022 22:29
A poem from a place where much is demanded and needed and the consequences thereof. A poem well crafted yet succinctly woven together. It merits several readings and a sense of gratitude for those who are on the front line almost every day.
Thank you for this
Keith