Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
A Psychologist Who Knows? - Poem by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
who once said
when a problem is resolved
it never reappears
funny how a psychologist
does not know
there are many shades
of soul wrenching problems
many financial emotional problems
with the same
or different masks
seem to wear
superiority ignorant masks
which in time often fade
to washed out inability
to even carry their own problems
choose male testostrone know it all model
or young know everything female model
but as we know some are age indifferent
sheep ram mutton dressed as lamb model
things are always
if cannot reach hearts?
review old wise tale wisdom
sleep on it sleep on problems
waking often provides solutions
wake to find solution
if the sun was shining
what a shining difference
shining here in hope filled hearts
waking rising to hope filled solutions
endurance may often finds solutions
paper mache school psychologists
harsh did rcognize a know-it-all attidude?
old not young in certain areas really brilliant?
displays professional orientation of pupils?
choice of teachers for particular students?
but is this one yes only partly right?
it is ok if we know realize
it is ok if they know realize
they are only partly right
in usually simplistic solutions?
would have liked to meet
one of these school psychologists
gifted to listen perhaps learn
a psychologist evaluates
diagnoses treats studies
behavior mental processes
but does he she know the patient?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Topic(s) of this poem: Philosophy
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Complete version of the split images 'School Psychologist Knows Best', 'Paper Mache School Psychologists', 'Old Wise Tale Wisdom' and 'In Certain Areas Really Brilliant? ' by Terence George Craddock.
Inspired by a conversation with the poet Miroslava Odalovic.
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