Treasure Island

Paula Robinson

(23.02.74 - Not Dead Yet / Stafford, England)

A Day In The Life Of A Therapist


A shoulder to lend, an ear for your cries
A loving smile to sympathise
I hear your problems, you have many
Compared to you, I’ve hardly any
To get through the day would be a sensation
Without another twisted revelation
A very awful time you’ve had
It’s surely enough to drive you mad
I feel quite ill, it’s worked with me
Please don’t forget to pay my fee

Submitted: Saturday, January 13, 2007
Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010

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  • Saadat Tahir (5/30/2012 3:58:00 PM)

    lolzzzz
    we techs and drs..... don't get blamed for nothing.....but again we are in it for the green backs too.

    nice one...enjoyed

    be happy
    :) (Report) Reply

  • Alicia Patti (2/5/2007 1:07:00 PM)

    Hi, Paula: I liked this one, especially your ending line, so apropos. I find myself wondering about your experience with psychotherapy and would appreciate your insight regarding my poem on the site entitled 'Nurse Ratchet And Her Bag Of Nuts.'

    Thanks for letting us read your poem here.

    best,
    alicia (Report) Reply

  • Barry Van Allen (2/2/2007 11:18:00 PM)

    Paula,
    You are going to have to take me to court!
    I will not pay your fee!
    That's why I write poetry!
    - - - My therapy! (Report) Reply

  • Petra Creffield (1/13/2007 5:56:00 PM)

    am laughing my ass off! ! what i suspected (in my blatant paranoia) therapists were thinking all along!
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