I'm tired of them asking ''What is it that you're on? ''
Why can't I just be happy with this life I've stumbled on?
My brother says that with each day he sees me it is worse.
He says he thinks my happiness is sorta like a curse.
He says he fears I'm losing touch with harsh reality.
I don't see what the problem is to live your life carefree.
So what if I start laughing when I hear a funny word?
Who cares if I can sit for hours to see a hummingbird?
He says ''Life isn't like that, it's ugly and it hurts.''
Yet, when this trouble looks at me, my soul's eye just averts.
I see the pain and heartache, I hear the hollow moan.
No one feels it more than me and sure, I've felt alone.
I just don't choose to dwell there, in sadness and in fear.
I have to see the good in things so I can persevere.
Yes this is a good one...I'm the carefree type too that tries not to dwell because there are so many things to dwell on. I'm the one walking around with a smile. I'm the one at work who cheers everyone up. This one hits close top the heart and now I'm happy that I am this way. Good poem.
Mary-You have described with perfect clarity this writer's life. I can relate to so much of what you have written here. My orientation to life is such that I look for a poem in everything around me. This of course leads to my feeling of 'being high on life'. Excellent poem, Mary. I loved it. Faith
Really enjoyed this one. Everyone should be allowed to let their hair down, kick off their shoes, and be on a general high about nothing in particular. =)
hey mary! i saw your comment on my site and i wanted to check you out. i totally dig your work. this poem is pretty much my philosophy of life and you nailed it. hope to hear from you sooN! <3 Miranda
Absolute Bliss this one .Why look for life in the dark when you can see it in the light.Amazing this Mary.We need this.! Love Duncan
Ooops, I stumbled into our mirrored life again. I have had friends ask me 'how can you be so happy when - - - - - is going wrong in your life? ' I just look at them and tell them that I refuse to dwell in that mess, but to rise above it.' Of course they call me Pollyanna, but I don't care - I'm happier than they are!
I love this poem. I wish there were a lot of people who would read it. Of course, my friend's dogs who I walk regularly, don't need to read it, because they know how to enjoy life! !
How did I miss this lovely poem - goodness, truth and beauty shine from it. And so tender with it too. Get out there with your reading, girl, and the world should thank you for being you as I do! Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You found the perfect word. Great poem got greater. H