A little madness

Sometimes it's good to be a little mad.
Sing a song or dance when you are sad.
But remember, never to be angry; that's really bad.

I seeds collect, scatter and sow;
Sometimes, them I just fling or throw;
With a hope, they will perhaps grow.

Silly it may look, but I show love, to a pup;
Offering him a little milk, in an old cup.
Or some warm soup, that he can gulp.

Give an old blanket to an old shivering man.
I pack my leftovers and distribute, if I can.
You can do more; Madness does not have a ban.

Armin Dutia Motashaw