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

Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-minds/