Bipolar Poem by gershon hepner
Bipolar
Some have claimed he was bipolar,
lunatic, who burned with solar
energy creating music—
glad they never gave him Prozac,
which can ruin your profession
if you’re manic with depression.
Being mad is only human,
happily for Robert Schumann.
4/17/02
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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