There’s no harm –
to be still crazy after all these years.
I’m still into rock and roll
and country music brings on daydreams.
Dancing is still a joy
and I wouldn’t mind having a toy.
Carousels still bring great delight
and I’d love to take a flight on flying swings.
Mickey and Minnie are still my best friends
and the world hasn’t lost the colors it once had.
Still think that swinging in playgrounds is cool,
imagining that I’m a bird in flight.
Rolling down grassy hills,
Still hasn’t lost its joy
and I don’t care what others think.
Still love watching cartoons,
those from days gone by.
Thrill with pictures of cute animals
and something really exciting still makes me cry.
I’d rather have an ice cream,
than a dish of caviar,
still rather lick a lollypop –
than have a spiked soda pop.
Still enjoy the things that I loved before,
miss the days of high school joys.
No matter how much time has past –
this is still me and I like it like that.
Sunny days will make me leap for joy
and gray days can make me cry.
Some days I’d skip along –
if I was sure no one would send me to the booby hatch.
In the mirror of time,
I can still see the laughing little girl,
reflected in my eyes
and the tall, thin teen,
with twinkling blue eyes
and cherry red lips –
standing behind me.
The years have passed by,
but have taken nothing from me,
still have all the joy in me –
that I once had long ago.
Some of the dreams may have changed
and some may have blown away,
but I’m proud to say I’m still the same
and still crazy after all these years.