What is this madness?
Is it that which we generate on our own?
Is it being angry?
Is it being, “out of touch” with “reality”.
I’m not so sure, anymore.
If I ever was.
Every once in a while,
It comes out,
Luckily,
I’ve been able to “hide” it…
For the last seventy years….
Now I’m just a crotchety old man….
Counting the days…
Of getting even….
With myself.

Just a kind, thought of the day….