(To Whom it concerns, including teachers)


Many are the days when I am silly:

Making up new words, slightly demented

Imagining worlds, ever belov'ed

Gathering all sorts of Piccadilly

Repeating oddities, will-nilly

Leaving trivialities un-remembered

Fickle, free, frick-diddle-dee, senses-fled

Flouncy, fly-away, fun-finding, frilly.


Many are the days when I’m again told:

“Stop acting that way, you are much too old.”

To which I reply, wholly sincerely:

“I love to laugh; you make me laugh because-

Just don’t take yourself too seriously-

Nobody else does.”


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741