Changing Minds

Way back in the olden days
They treat it as a crime
To have a child out of wedlock
You'd surely do the time

There are woman in institutions at the age of eighty
who've been there all their life
For simply becoming a mother then
Before becoming a wife

But now society has moved on
our doctors are special folk
They do not judge or critiscise
or treat us like a joke

The mind is a delicate work of art
The most complex there can be
Unlike a broken arm or leg
Mental illness you cannot see

So next time youre walking down the street
Do not cross the other side
When you see some man talking into thin air
Please do not run and hide

One day you never know dear friend
It could happen to me or you
So give the chap a happy smile
and make his wish come true

by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Comments (3)

Lisa, if I could I would give 1000 for this rare and sensitive piece. In my other hobby we sponsor a charity called T.R.E.E.S. who look after mentally disabled people. Over the years I have made friends with quite a few of these people. So I know first hand what your poem is aimed at. It is beautifully worded and I hope that a lot of people read it and get the message it conveys. I may only be able to give it 10, but deserves more. Thanks you for sharing it my friend. David
.. Lisa, you deserve 10 points just for the title itself and another 10 for the poem! I love the harmony this title has with your poetic words. Judgemental, fault-finding and discriminating people still exist, around each corner, but acceptance of the once-dubbed-taboo is much more prevalent in today's world. Deanna ..
Amen to that, yes back then you did get in trouble for having a baby out of wedlock, now baby are having babys and nothing is getting don e about that.