Hard and Crazy

They were crazy
He said
But after a few
Years I realized
It wasn't true.
How can everybody
Be crazy except
You and yours?
It had dawned on me.
Then it was hard
To stomach.
Yet, it had to be
Done. But if he
Was or is crazy,
Why is he still
Managing? Why
Does he know
What to do every day?
When to rise? His
Words were limited.
Those people weren't
Crazy and he knew it.
But it was the only
Way he could describe
Them. Imprecise.
Later I went to college
And discovered that
Crazy or not crazy
Was hard to determine.
Maybe they had been
Crazy and we hadn't.
Some kind of combi-
nation? This is closer,
I think. Anyway, I know
There is craziness there.
Among us all.
This poem, if it is
A poem, has the word
Hard 4X and crazy 10X.
Life, I think we can say,
Is hard and crazy.
Sometimes only one.
Sometimes both.
But neither during our
Lucky moments.
Now, if we could just
Lengthen those moments.