I Can Be Someone's And Still Be

I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining Anything.

Although I Cannot See Your Face As You Flip These Poems Awhile, Somewhere From Some Far-off Place I Hear You Laughing--and I Smile.

Each Time I See The Upside-down Man Standing In The Water, I Look At Him And Start To Laugh, Although I Shouldn't Oughtter. For Maybe In Another World Another Time Another Town, Maybe He Is Right Side Up And I Am Upside Down

Oh The Thumb-sucker's Thumb May Look Wrinkled And Wet And Withered, And White As The Snow, But The Taste Of A Thumb Is The Sweetest Taste Yet (as Only We Thumb-sucker's Know).

When I Am Gone What Will You Do? Who Will Write And Draw For You? Someone Smarter--someone New? Someone Better--maybe You!