You can always tell
The crazy ones,
They have an air
A vacant stare,
They drift along,
Without a care,
You can always spot
The cocky ones,
They jog along
Their shirts undone,
They have an air,
They don’t care,
You’ll always know
The happy ones,
They always smile
Stop to chat for a while,
They have an air,
Because they care.
Diane Scantlebury
