Half way through my shift
I got the call
My wife was sick
Oh no not this
Her doctor yes
He changed again
The dosage on her
Prescription’s and
She did not get better
In fact turned worse
When he start’s messing
I want to curse
When she start’s having
Her panic attacks
She just want’s me near
To comfort her back
Yes back from the edge
Of her deep darkest fears
It help’s her when I am sitting
She just wants me near
She cries will I ever
Feel myself again
Do you think that the doctor
Will find the answer and when
All I can say is
That I pray that he does
And you feel just like
Just like you were because
I don’t like you feeling
With out hope but it is clear
I can not always come running
To be by you, my dear
I will not keep my job
Which there is not
Much choice that I do
But whenever I can dear
I will be next to you
I pray God does show us
The answer to find
The thing that will help her
And restore her mind
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2001 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
