I Don'T Know How You Do It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Even one's peace of mind,
Earned to keep to leave as wished...
Has become subjected to those,
Who can not seem to be able...
To prove they are mentally stable,
In the minding of their own business.

Even those who appear,
To have everything at their fingertips...
Are often those heard complaining,
About how they wish they had more time...
Others seem to find,
In a doing to pursue a getting of a peace of mind.

'I don't know how you do it.'

~How I do what? ~

'Manage to pretend as if you are so happy.
And nothing that you have impresses me at all.'

~Except my happiness.
And the pretentiousness in which it is kept.
Right? ~

'Anybody can pretend to be happy.'

~Well...
Let's both hope you are able,
To keep your negativity to yourself.
And I'll 'pretend' the reality of your ignorance,
Does not exist with wishes to offend me.~