On Being Sad

I am sad because my words are sometimes not kind But I know I stray because I need to fully unwind Stress and anxiety play a devilish role in my life Making me wish to believe that evil is rife But am I judgmental for finding others unwise For associating with people they really despise? But I am just like these odious men I don’t want to be Boring, self-centered, confined and not free Or am I just leading a respectful Christian life Living with and admired by a loving, thoughtful wife? I am often confused as to why I frequently reflect When I should be out doing what others expect My friends believe it’s wrong to be so silent and glum They say I should favor a life filled with gaiety and fun I do enjoy when I venture out cruising And what I observe is often quite amusing But that’s not really me, I’d rather be alone Talking to my buddy about sports on the telephone Or watching old movies till they lull me to sleep Or listening to sad country songs that make me weep I’ll never be the life of the party, filled with drunken madness But that’s all right as long as I lose my habitual sadness.