Advice Better Late Than Never

Advice,
Better late than never

I was advised to ask the Doctor
For a home visit

And within just 5 minutes

My Mother was admitted to A&E

Because in all honesty i think
towards the end she was screwing
with me getting in my head

Playing game's putting me on a emotional guilt trip

But come this time i have to admit

I am not a Doctor
Nor a Shrink

I am merely her Son

And my Love alone

Can not fix her

It's now up to the Medical Professional's
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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