Bipolar

Between depression
And heavenly mania
She drifts along,
With fury and tears
Or on top of the world
With a song,
One day she's up
Next day she's down,
Either depressed
Or happy as a clown,
A time to smile,
A time to frown,
She's feeling low
Or feeling high
And no one
Can figure out why,
People around her
Weather the storm,
Living with her
Has no norm...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz