Crazier And Crazier

As I grow older and older I grow lonelier and lonelier and crazier and crazier I recite the memorized poems of a lifetime Into the silent distance I rage my own sad lines into the empty night I play a dialogue of different voices in a game of ridicule and mirth I sing the old loved standard songs in jazzlike versions Until suddenly momentarily sane Sensing passerbys I grow silent And wait until alone again I hear with pleasured anguish my melodies And wonder why no one bothers to hear Or ever care to know The richnesses in me And the joy my voice Could give them.