in the game
they're referred to now
as consumers
with services delivered
to a place called home
but I used to know them
a little better than that
they were
ella and ferdie and max
and eddie and pinky and b-ee-ill
they're long gone now
and never come to mind
except on visits
to deserted day-rooms
and haunted dormitories
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 3 - after asylum.
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Super write, you will not forget them or the care that you gave them.
It's always a worthwhile exercise to recall these elements of the past, GF.
The trap is to wallow in the memories of good old days that really weren't that great.
Frank,
A great write! Always wallow in the good memories. Let them supersede the negative and be reminded of all the good you did! Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
No time for wallowing Laura, but its noticeable whenever old Psych nurses get together that the war stories get trotted out and assume a glamour that I don't recall, in practice.
The nature of these things I suppose.
I suppose so!
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