By Betty (JCrowe5884@aol.com)
The strangest things happen at the strangest times,
I'm sure I'm quite sane, but where is my mind?
I'm sitting here crying, and quoting nursery rhymes.
Ten minutes ago, I was combing my hair and fixing my face,
And then they told me, you're going no place.
The strangest thing is, I feel all right,
Why I sleep all day, and walk the floors at night.
My friends tell me I've lost my mind,
So, after they are gone, I'll question that,
As I don't want to be unkind.
The strangest thing is, I remember a face,
I can almost recall a name.
Maybe I knew him before I became insane.
The strangest thing is I'm all alone,
But I can talk to this face, and pretend that I'm home.
I'll comb my hair, and fix my face,
I'll quote nursery rhymes, but I'll not leave this place.