The Counselor

As they sit behind their made up desks As they try to counsel one and another While putting the blame on the world itself Which includes everyone, except for each other. They look at their diplomas upon the wall Which brings a smile upon their face Now they believe they are better than one and all So now they tell you why, you had your fall from grace. They look in their books and go in a deep thought And give you sympathy as they do speak They are sorry for the feelings inside your soul But for you, they are here truly for your belief. They might stand up and then pace the floor And maybe think as they scratch their head Telling you the reason for the problems you have And that all comes from the books that they have read. They laugh and they joke as they converse to others Who has the degrees on the wall like themselves Where they analyze everyone that does come around While inside your soul, they say they have felt. So as they dive so deep inside your mind As they try to understand your ideas and thought They too have problems many of their own And that too is the answer that they had sought. As If you could look inside their very own soul And for that, a diploma you do not need You might find something that you weren't expecting to find Which will be a little bit of you, or a whole lot of me. As they are people just you and I And that a diploma on the wall anyone can earn As they have the problems just like everyone else But I guess in this life, they believe it is their turn. So as they sit behind their imaginary desks Thinking the deeds they did and asking themselves why As they read their books and stare at their diploma on the wall Remember with problems, they are no different than you or I. Randy L. McClave