Oh, I wish I’d looked after me brain,
And spotted the perils of strain,
All the thoughts that I thought,
And the knowledge I’d sought,
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me brain.
*
I wish I’d been that much more willin’,
And gave me grey matter a chillin’,
To pass up the worryin’,
And constant hurrying,
And just gave me mind a good fillin’.
*
When I think of the stress that I’ve trekked,
And the problems I solved without a heck,
Anxiety, big and little,
Made me mind, oh, so brittle,
Me neurons are horribly fecked.
*
My Mother, she told me no end,
“A sharp mind is always your friend”
I was young then, and brainless,
Me focus so careless,
I never had much time to spend.
*
Oh I showed them me quick wits so bright,
I flashed them about with delight,
But constant overthinkin’,
And lack of deep sinkin’,
Played havoc with me mental delights.
*
If I’d known I was paving the way,
To confusion, and memory’s decay,
The pain of the dreadin’,
And the fog of the headin’,
I’d have thrown all me worries away.
*
So I sit in the neurologist’s chair,
And I hear his diagnosis in despair,
Telling me what I should have done,
And the rest I should have won,
“It’ll only last,” he’ll say, “for a few more days.”
*
How I laughed at me Mother’s forgettin’,
As she struggled with the past she was lettin’,
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me it is beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me brain.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 