My Aunt had gone pure crazy
that's what, my dead Uncle used to say
he was deaf, and kinda lazy
before, he was old and grey
My mother never made pardon
often spoke bout her altzy displays
prancing in the yard and garden
as mentally, she strayed
I'll not question state of mind
or pass judgement on her joy
no freer spirit, could I find
for, she's the real McCoy
Cavorting to music and tunes
no one else could feel or hear
raptured face, in sun and moon
a harmony of thought, and ear
Down the hall and out the door
her imagination, danced and played
touching her heart, it's deepest core
rocking, to the beat and sway
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
My Aunt had gone pure crazy
that's what, my dead Uncle used to say
he was deaf, and kinda lazy
before, he was old and grey
My mother never made pardon
often spoke bout her altzy displays
prancing in the yard and garden
as mentally, she strayed
I'll not question state of mind
or pass judgement on her joy
no freer spirit, could I find
for, she's the real McCoy
Cavorting to music and tunes
no one else could feel or hear
raptured face, in sun and moon
a harmony of thought, and ear
Down the hall and out the door
her imagination, danced and played
touching her heart, it's deepest core
rocking, to the beat and sway
What's crazy got to do with anything? :D
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