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A Caring Profession

no more words

I quit

no longer saying

the right thing

the stranger who says

excuse me fix

my child

that’s it.

you do it you

solve their

problems.

file it all

lock it

up to be

checked out

by someone else’s

savior

because I’m

done with

being your

solve-the-trick

einstein florence

nightengale mother

theresa

failbot.

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Published: Oct 9, 2010
LinesWords: 2556

Notes: This is from my other poetry blog- written during my music therapy internship. www.unlistedmuse.wordpress.com
It was a frustrating time.

Copyright FHW 2010

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