Words of Wisdom

A poem.

AUGUST 22, 2024

I felt a bit odd and I needed advice.

Some answers, some tips – I thought that would be nice.

A therapist seemed like a good place to start.

She said, ‘I can see that you’re heavy of heart.’

I guess she was right but it did me no good:

I still wasn’t feeling the way that I should.

I went to a baker, she said, ‘Have a scone.’

I went to the bank, it said, ‘Take out a loan!’

The doctor said, ‘Hm, what you need is some sun.’

The jogger said, ‘Have you tried going for a run?’

The nun said to pray and the trainer to train,

The stylist, she said, ‘You’re just too plain a Jane!’

My book said, ‘Remember, one day you’ll be dead.’

My sister said, ‘Why not try gluten-free bread?’

I just wasn’t feeling much better deep down.

I kept trying to smile but it looked like a frown.

I asked an investor and he said, ‘Invest!’

I couldn’t be bothered to ask all the rest.

I still felt quite odd, though I tried not to show it.

I’d sat on a log when along came a poet.

She gave me a pen and she told me to write.

So that’s what I did. Now I’m feeling alright.