My Answer To Sonnet 29 Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

When in favor with Fortune if not in men's eyes,
I sit alone and smile at my secret state.
My austere appearance serves as my soul's disguise,
As I walk through crowds of men who curse their fates,
I look around and see each face adrift in fantastic schemes
And view them with a kind of sympathetic pity.
Their eyes look upon some non-existent shore with a hungry gleam
While mine take in all around me, both pristine and gritty.
And yet in my unnoticed, unremarkable, generic days,
I find my mind at peace, my heart content
No matter how little attention others pay
To the words I write or the ideas they represent.
For this state, free from want or sorrow,
Is not promised forever or even tomorrow.