I love this poem. So good to share a beautiful moment from my time in mental ward.
Abe Cas Reeves 2015 Abe had holes In the soles Of his thin khaki socks, At the toes and the heel And it seemed sad to me. He asked questions, Wrote notes, On small scraps of paper These he treasured and took To carefully write in his book. Recording his facts Made sense to me In that place you see There’s no clear reality. Perhaps he’s training to be a spy? A young man with a mission? After all, who am I? One night without sleep With me in bare feet I found Abe playing the Beatles. He young to my old But my favourite I told Abe played Lucy In The Sky for me. Then this young man With holy socks And broken mind Like mine He played and sang to me ‘When I’m 64’ And we danced, On our mental health ward Dance floor And a queen Couldn’t have asked for more.