I’ve taken a sabbatical,

Ed’s brain has too much mania,

I can take a break in Tasmania,

And on my way home stop off in Pennsylvania…

His sleep patterns are all screwy,

Turned around he day sleeps,

His depression is driving me loony,

His medications running low,

His brain turning quite gooey…

Without those meds his sanity may falter,

Its been a long time since last he wore a halter,

But as he does sink deeper into a depressive state,

The closer he does get to desiring a visit to heavens gate…

So, though I won’t be far from him apart,

I need to take some time before he loses a wheel from his cart,

Or maybe his little choo-choo will go round the bend,

Or if you will pardon me, his trolley may derail,

Till he starts to return to the norm,

I will take my leave of him, like a rat leaving a sinking ship,

I just don’t want to be around when he takes his last flip…

© Ed’s muse * 4/8/09 (They’re coming to take me away, ha ha)