MY WHOLE REHAB WORLD: THE THERAPY ROOM
My whole world is the Therapy Room,
It’s empty after supper…
Like for the gent who thought it his time
It can be an emotional upper.
He wandered in on my first day
Thinking it was his time…
He had to leave and couldn’t stay
As he obviously was inclined.
If I could I’d visit
Just like that old gent…
The girls would have to throw me out,
That’s how much it’s meant.
Part of the evening it stays lit,
No therapist in sight…
Any there must take care
Of paperwork, end of the night.