A Simple Question
One of my children once asked me
if I thought he might be
a manic depressive.
I replied in a diplomatic way
that we probably all were
and it was not his fault.
It was my genes that did
him in and not to make to
much of it.
Don't trust the highs
any more than you
trust the lows.
Our chemical illusions are
no more valid or false
than any one else's.
That was the best that i
could do at the time and
I was, of course, depressed
the rest of the day.
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