Franks Psychiatry 4 #49: Frankly no worries

Frank Prem

some of the Patients
the young men mostly
call me

 

Franky

 

it's a mixture of familiarity
and respect
because they know I'm the Manager
the boss
with a separate office
and different work

 

they know I don't dress
the way most of the staff do
often tell me I look more like a Doctor
but they know too
that they can talk to me
chew my ear if they want to
that I'll try to find them a spare minute
out of my day

 

it's a funny job
hard-man one minute
uncompromising while I lay down the law
state what I will and won't tolerate
outline the consequences
hide any doubts I might feel

 

then next thing
telling a joke
laughing
showing that I have an idea or two
about where they're at
and why they want to rampage
about their anger and frustration
their distress

 

they can call me Franky if they want to
I guess
I can live with that

 

no worries

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2018 00:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 4 - acute observations.
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Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    No worries indeed, in any job if you have an element of control over others you must still be able tell them that they have done well as well as occasionally reprimanding them.

    • Frank Prem

      The art of management.

    • onepauly

      to much.

      • Frank Prem

        🙂 Cheers onepauly.

        • onepauly

          its Friday.
          my beer day.
          ha! ha!

        • Laura🌻

          Frank,

          I enjoyed reading this write! It reminded me of how we should raise our children. They need to know who’s the “boss” who’s taking care of them with love and respect!
          A great share...Franky(very endearing indeed)!

          ~Laura~

          • Frank Prem

            If it's not done right it's a disaster in a place like an acute unit.

            • Laura🌻

              You are a smart and astute man!



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