Refusing To Become Anyone's 'Grief' Co-Pilot Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't drip or sob tears.
Like some who have a gift for it.
I am exposed everyday...
To pain and sorrow.
Hopelessness shared.
Among those with their agonies to borrow.

I've been tested by wickedness.
With prehaps more of it to come.
But I will not succumb to shiftlessness.
Or become attracked to those...
With nothing but pity on their lips.
I am here to taste happiness.
And if I am alone...
That's just more of it I will come to like.
Refusing to become anyone's 'grief' co-pilot!

And if you are about to take off?
You can have the runway.
And from it...
Take WAY off!
With no concern if I'd like to see you land again!