Goodness
We call him by his name
Gentleness
We see him by his frame
Understanding
Of the misfortunate few

His kindness
Stirs
A potent brew

He listens quietly to tales of woe
He encourages wisdom as we grow
He's a curer of disabled minds
Mental agility he sorts and finds

Depression
Obsession
He takes the clues
And rids us of our daily blues

Where would I be without his game
He has given me my name to frame

I am eternally grateful for his aid
It's because of him
My bed is made