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.
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