Off I go tripping down Memory Lane
Sitting at my window looking out at the rain.
Remembering times, some joyful, some sad
All of the crazy experiences I’ve had.
Like one of my spells in incarceration
What the hell was the explanation?
The truth be told I was speaking in verse
In rhyming couplets I did not rehearse!
So lock up Shakespeare, a friend recommended
Since rhyming had me apprehended.
At the drop of a hat I’ve been whisked away
For a usually lengthy psychiatric stay.
6 weeks here or 6 months there
It doesn’t sound pleasant but it sure is good to share.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 