Psychology poem

The man sits at the table with his hands on his head,
and with tired eyes and a vacant stare,
because he has listened to everyone's problems,
and he fights the tide,
but every day he faces the same questions,
will they listen and will they care,
yes, the man sits at the table, for he has good intentions,
but psychology and self-help is not always applied,
when in denial,
and no matter how good the words,
the man can try to help people,
but most of it will be wasted,
and people can talk all they want,
but in reality,
psychology is only any good when listened to and applied,
and many people are not ready, and do not wish to change,
and cannot find the strength inside,
and I admire the man,
and anyone who has tried to save human life,
and anyone who tries and tries,
and yes, I will praise them,
I will praise anyone person who has saved a life,
I will praise them to the end of my days,
because saving someone takes such suffering,
away from the individual and their family,
and that feat is the most wondrous thing,
for precious is life and saving it is a miracle,
and it is a blessing upon humankind.

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