We’re all a little mad
“We’re all a little mad…”
he said
as he went behind the green wall,
“only some of us
play make believe
better than others.”
“We’re all a little mad…”
he said
as he danced from behind the wall,
“only some of us
lie
to ourselves more effectively.”
“We’re all a little mad…”
he said,
as he opened the door and sat down
only some of us
have no one
to care.”
“We’re all a little mad…..
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The picture was taken yesterday, somewhere in the cusp between West Pawlet and Rupert, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom

I liked this poem. I love poems that use personification. If every you want some encouragement, I hope you visit my blog.