With every effort to find out, spent,
Yet, still no closer to happiness,
How is it others find enjoyment,
In simple, blissful effortlessness?
Is there a mystery to reveal,
A secret clue to their breezy acts?
They have learned something special, I feel.
With all life's snags, they seem always, lax.
What might this life-altering truth be?
Will I ever know their lives' purpose,
Enter their private society,
Or, just always try, without success?
I like this poem...It hits home for me
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this
I certainly feel like an outsider sometimes, trying to relate to others. Thank you for sharing and making me feel that I may not be the only one.
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