Still Crazy After All These Years

He worked in a wood shop

she went to school.

She passed him one day

and smiled. 

She is a bowler,

a nurse, a cook.

Ask him about engines

he wrote the book.

They've been across America

for a glimpse, for a show.

They met at a square dance

"and she never let me go."

Now he hides his limp

his bruised thumb, his sweet tooth.

She pretends not to catch it,

and smiles.

Through all their moments,

all the laughter, all the tears,

Paul Simon said it best,

"Still crazy after all these years."