On the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled

And we talked about some old times

And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Im not the kind of man
Who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on
Old familiar ways

And I aint no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning
Crapped out
Yawning
Longing my life away

Ill never worry
Why should I?

Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity. -- Gilda Radner























