All The Madmen 

A cool, windy Autumn day

all the madmen came my way

Walking swiftly dressed in green

all the madmen could be seen

 

I stood there staring like a fool

all the madmen were at my school

I saw them inside the library

all the madmen beckoned me

 

I listened to them many a day

all the madmen had much to say

Then came that bright summer's day

all the madmen went away

 

They all left and though I yearn

all the madmen their bridges burn

Now I wonder about their fear

All the madmen have disappeared.

 

 

Ed Hoyer Jr ©1992, 2002 Ed Hoyer, Jr.