People fear what they do not understand. Especially when it is a person who does not conform to their narrow and rigid ideologies.
Nobody sees what I am doing
Am I a secret psychopath?
Who’s just waiting for the moment
To unleash his secret wrath?
Or am I just a man that’s chosen
To follow a different path?
That leads to a secret garden
Where I enjoy a fragrant bath
I’m not allowed to have opinions
That differ from the faceless mob
To find pleasure in the quiet
Or satisfaction with my job
I must want more than base contentment
If I don’t, myself I rob
The cacophony of their voices
Drowns out my wearied sob
I’m not long in melancholy
For I live in a secret land
Where happiness is no real secret
It’s in the palm of every hand
Just follow where YOUR path will lead
The destination’s truly grand
When you arrive you’ll find contentment
My secret you now understand
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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