August 21, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Mental Health is a Strange Business Mental Health is a strange business from a customer perspective We are supposed to subscribe without knowing why And then we are asked if we feel better When we don’t even know when we are ill. It is a Time-Life adunct, to see that All the yellow flowers Have come out for you Today, my Sweet I will be then and now The one who asks What for? When it is all about To come tumbling down again Anyway? Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...