Lessons In Depression. Poem by Peter Vealey

I will be seeing you soon.
Plaster-cast, or (washable plasters?)
Will the alarm sound out
To rescue me?
Disturb the peasants,
Correct my unsociable indiscretions.
Talk about my sex-drive no eh!
You`re too old to be healthy!
Lessons in depression.
Words after your name,
But we will never talk
On the same song-sheet.
Supposed to make me feel
The sun is coming out
Again,
On my fading star.
Golden, idyllic days?
Are you HERE again?
Lessons in depression.
One more appointment,
Then you`ll say,
That`s o.k.
Discharge me after
A few sessions and,
Bob`s your Uncle.
It`s not our problem
At heart.
Lessons in depression?