HappinessA Poem by Phillip FrancisA nation overwhelming in power, topping in prosperity, swimming in equity, We are miserable. Walking the streets, my ears can't help but capture complaint after complaint after complaint. Drowning in self pity, eyes filled with tears, crying out to anyone who will listen, the sounds of an infant, coming from adult mouths. My boss asks too much, my kid should be playing more, my wife doesn't listen, my husband doesn't help, my dog won't stop pissing on the new rug, my parents can't seem to leave me alone. I bought a new house, but now I have to pay taxes, I got a new car, but the insurance is too high, Johnny got straight A's, but I can't get him off his a*s, Suzie's in the band, but I can't stand all her practicing. Self loathing is the topic of conversation. I empathize for those with real problems, struggling to put food on their tables, convicted for being the wrong color, fighting addiction, clawing at the bottom to survive as they are systematically squeezed out for the so called greater good.They own the rights to grumbling, but are often silenced by force or simply don't have the time to waste. They are our neighbors, our friends, and our family. I dream of a day we are able to step outside ourselves, burst through the bubble we have trapped ourselves in, stop hiding behind computers, misconstrued by the propaganda of click bait sharing our hearts and minds with love and understanding. We will never see eye to eye, but I hope to witness a birth of mutual respect for all. At the end if the day, we all want the same thing. Happiness. © 2016 Phillip FrancisReviews
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