Crazy Da Must Sing
I often think of buying a cane.
After all, my left side is weak,
but I never bought one at all,
and thus I often seem to walk,
inclined to my weakness
and my weaker side.
Sometimes I limp.
Perhaps I should take an injury,
and then indulge myself
in an ebony walking stick
with an ivory or amber hand.
or else a white or silver one
with a carving in the end
to rest my hand.
I don't know how or if I’ll manage it,
but all the time
and by these means
I keep a mind for my weaker side.
And limped,
or stood upon a cane,
I’ll keep you mindful of it too.