I'M Not Trying To Find Any Clouds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have yet to be that kind of person,
To awaken then look out of a window...
To determine how I am going to feel.

And 'if' the weatherman might say,
Rain is coming my way...
That has nothing to do with the Sun,
In my heart.

And these days...
I'm not trying to find any clouds,
To disturb my weather.
That's on me to decide,
What's going on inside!

It's such a beautiful day,
Isn't it?

'Some people got it like that!
I've got arthritis.
My back hurts.
I've got bills to pay.
Prices are going through the roof.
My kids are getting on my last nerve.
Two of my children are in jail,
For selling crack.
And I didn't raise them like that!
I don't have time for fantasies.
It's the economy.
I'm telling you...
It's the economy.
Get real.'

Enjoy your day!

'Whatever! '

You hear that, Father Sun?
After all for us you've done...
Many are blaming their woes,
On the 'economy'.