“People disappoint, so set your expectations low,”
A weary soul once told me this, many moons ago.
But I was young and hopeful, so I thought I’d take a chance
And strode down Optimism Street without a second glance.
The path was rough, uneven, not at all like I had thought;
The people, dark and jaded, seemed unhappy with their lot.
Kindness always wins. I’ll keep my expectations high.
“But people disappoint,” the world said with a wistful sigh.
The further down the path I went, the more Heartache I found
And every time I tried to rise, Truth pulled me to the ground.
What’s the point? I asked the world, of trying to be true?
The world didn’t answer, it was disappointed too.
Then I met a woman with a shawl and shining eyes;
She took me to a tiny shack that she called ‘Paradise’.
She asked me why I looked so sad; I told her of my woe
That Happiness had flown away not too long ago:
I had it once, I held it tight, so tight it could not breathe.
And then I put it in a cage and begged it not to leave.
When I was out exploring, one dark and jaded day,
Someone opened up the cage and let it fly away.
I tried so hard to lock it up, to keep it safe, you see.
“Oh, my dear,” she said, “but then you gave away the key.”
People disappoint, I said, It’s no use being kind.
Every time I look for Hope, it’s Misery I find.
With shining eyes she looked straight through my dark and jaded heart;
She took my hand and led me all the way back to the start.
“Happiness,” she said, “is waiting for you every day.
But first let me show you what’s been standing in your way.”
She handed me a mirror; I was horrified to see
The one who disappointed most, staring back at me.
©2018 Seetha Dodd