In the past
no one suffered
with depression
instead they
were looked upon
as in need of confession.
A stiff upper lip
was always required
should someone,
your health enquire.
When troubles called
you did your best,
unhappily not
everyone could
pass this test.
These people were
shut away out of sight,
an embarrassment
not talked about
in case of an unkind slight
Thankfully this is
no longer the case,
depression has found
its proper place,
Where sympathy
and help are now on offer
for us poor souls
that are unfortunate to suffer.
The 50 year old poet 
This is so beautiful. Some of us suffer all our life and no one knows like my son. These people are the most giving compassionate souls
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Wow
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an empathetic poem that puts the person at the center.
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