Professional Help. Poem by Kevin East

Optician can you help me see
Beyond my nose, beyond the pain
Or is it not down to optometry?
If love is blind do i need a white cane

Physician will you reap what you suture
When fragmented hearts you repair
Or does it not bide with your surgical future
When emotional scars are still there.

Dentist can you extract the truth
From the lies that the world has told
Or maybe i'm too long in the tooth
To believe, when my rock was rolled.

So does it come down to psychology
Do we have to be cruel to be kind
Or maybe i'ii opt for aastrology
Where our destiny is defined.

Professional help will see us through
Counsellors know what we should do
In private they hold silent court
While we pay the price for the life we've bought.
And when the tears have all run dry
We'll take that drink to just get by
We'll sniff the coke or smoke the dope
A teddy bear to help us cope
But it will get us in the end
Professional help- make do and mend.