Post 161: Powerless

Anthony Bourdain hung himself, 

And Kate Spade too, 

And I felt powerless, 

Because I didn’t know what to do. 

I don’t want to leave flowers, 

My brother doesn’t want to talk at all,

I try to raise the topic, 

I try to discuss their fall. 

Too often the desires of the heart, 

Seem to win in the end, 

It’s just too easy to lose a loved one, 

Or lose an important friend. 

Depression, drugs, diets and desires or demands that we face,

Can often make us feel hopeless, 

And sometimes feel disgraced. 

A friend may call and ask if you would lend a hand, 

Do you truly hear them? 

Do you think that you can? 

I’m not a professional, 

I don’t have the degrees, 

But you have your humanity, 

And that’s worth a thousand framed trees. 

So listen to your neighbor, your brother, or your wife,

Hear the words that are spoken, 

Hear them when they cry. 

And give advice if asked, 

Or an intervention if there’s need, 

Because life often becomes better, 

You can plant an important seed. 

Give the number of a therapist, 

That listens to what you say, 

Tell the person that you’re there for them, 

And that suicide is not the way.