Satisfaction

If I try (and that part, I don't understand;
Must I try? I know that others don't) I can
Extract some satisfaction from a time
Like this, when evening's final golden
Sunlight saturates the living room,
The noisome tasks have been completed,
Dinner's cooking. All the wife and I have
Left to do is converse pleasantly from
These two chairs, and stare out at the soybean
Fields below us, cocktails close at hand.
If forced, my mind can sense that something's
Right, that there's no reason to be out of sorts,
But that thought's always fleeting. My mind,
Magnet-like, draws sadness to it. Even now,
I conjure wrongness with which I will drive
Away what's right. It's easy. I don't even
Have to try.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-02 at 15:30

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