Ocupation: Poet
Life: September 25, 1930 - May 10, 1999
Birthday: September 25
Death: May 10
I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
source: Shel Silverstein, “Rain”
topic: Crazy, Lying, Rain, Handstands