Finding Happiness [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Though he can't stand my chatting I know my
husband loves me - and my colleague is kind,
though she thinks I'm a brain dead idiot; such
is life, a game of pros & cons, the only way to
love is to be respectful - keeping a distance
from everybody is the only way to survive life

Expecting nothing, offering affection & kind-
ness, trusting those we love to reciprocate a
bit of communication, trying to offer a tiny bit
of understanding in return - finding happiness
in abstract ideals: Wisdom, Honesty, Love
unconditional - no clauses or demands

And no ultimatums, for me delight lies in the
return to favourite books, continuing the very
fulfilling analysis of people to be able to live in
peace with them: knowing that the Lord and
Master of the Crocodile Castle is a Scorpion
with a sting in his tail & my colleague will

Never regard me a normal human being since
I present myself as the crocodile who cannot
hop to another watering hole - while my inner
Ice Princess offends wherever she goes; thus
in knowing all this it's possible to get along
with all - whether they know me or not…