(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Being Kept Happy

It's like this...
If people knew happiness.
Felt to feel it.
And it known to exist.
Not a nose would they have,
Cemented and stuck...
Up in someone else's business.
To then claim to be available,
For options to explore.
With a leaving routines behind.
Only if it has been decided,
That a happiness one finds...
Is noticeable to be approved,
By those also routinely nosey.
Knowing they will not be,
Left alone...
Being kept happy at it.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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