When depression came to a man-
spotty 'n buttered no philosophy
it's a piece of bread, mouldy.
When depression came to a woman-
drenched in water 'n spat it's seeds pollen
it's a dandelion, fallen.
When depression came to a boy-
needed EOD, exploded at nagger
it's a dog in anger.
When depression came to a little girl-
cried all night 'n wet at all cost
it's' a puzzycat, lost.
My dear,
Would you bake his bread
and dry her flower?
Would you still calm the boy's dog
and take the cat home,
an intriguer?
I guessed,
you would.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have expressed beautifully a condition so common in so many lives.. thank you Norman