About That Bliss Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I had a constant daydream.
I could see a task
I knew would call
upon my skill.
With guidance and support
I had the will
to change the world,
fulfill my destiny.
And for awhile,
but after many tries,
I reached a place
where everything seemed right
and I made good mistakes
and I grew wise.

Just who the hell were you
to tell me 'No!
That can't be done! '
Prepared to fly or fail,
I wondered,
“Did you fear
I might prevail?
or was it change, itself,
that’s your own foe? ”
Without review
my vision you dismissed.
Deliberately
on my sweet bliss
you pissed.