The Happy Lady

Photo by Eric Brolin on Unsplash

Some days, when I let myself go;
I get mad! Mad about the frailty of life
Saddened by its loose grips and thorny
claws and I am okay with it

Sometimes I am rage!
Sickened by my lack of guile
and the ointment of balm, I give
how well is being good being to me;
I yell in my head!

Most days, I forget:
What is and isn’t?
Saddled with peace, I waltz
On these days, I am the happy
lady down the street with a
smile for everyone.

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