When I am cheerful
I am soon, sad
Why others can’t just
Leave my joy be
See me happy
With no questions asked
Profound fulfilment
Like merlot sits in a cask
Complete, peaceful, transforming
Perhaps, they sense
That that’s bigger than
Plain ol' joy...
....And they can’t sell that idea
In the narrow lanes
Of their fear driven markets.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2024 03:45
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A clear statement of a need for space and respect. Nicely stated.
Thanks alot, Much appreciated!
You know, there are times when it’s good to be alone and happy in your own company. A nice poem of reflection Alan. Happy Tuesday.
Happy Tuesday thanks alot Cassie 🙂
they seem to predominate these days don't they .. fear driven markets that is .. bloomin well poemed Al .. N
Indeed, the lack of space in the darn market…thanks for stopping by!
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