Happiness Not Shared: A Poem
Oftentimes I'd feel on top of the world
eager to share it with every living soul
but witnessing others in misery curled
unwilling to touch me with ten foot pole.
Like a leper shunned by the crowd
I used to feel on so many occasions
just happy and not appearing proud
getting no soft touch, only abrasions.
So many don’t get animated by you
when they see you happy and aglow
they’d rather see you pissed and blue
that’s what their eyes oftentimes show.
Should I feel guilty for my every smile
for feeling light like a birthday balloon
at times I envision all grouches on pile
and with first rocket sent to the moon.
Regardless, I keep having my solo fun
with every flower, baby, and a blue sky
basking my happy heart in summer sun
borrowing wings of a carefree butterfly.