You never hear Johnny say life is unfair
Though for years he has been battling his black moods of despair
His mental illness has ruined his chances of becoming a father or having a wife
He has not what you would call a near to happy life
Yet the gift of hope is a thing he retain
And about life he is one who never complain
He hopes that of mental illness he may yet be free
In him hope springs eternal is how it seems to be
The clock on his life ever keeps ticking on
In his late fifties his best days long gone
For years on medication to keep clinical depression at bay
Poor Johnny has known of many a sad day
And though for years he has been battling the black moods of despair
You never hear him say that life is unfair.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
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