Devious Mischief

Isn't it sweet...
When beliefs kept,
Become validated.
And a berating done becomes obsolete,
For that someone singled out as strange...
A bit weird and much the freak!

And those tears one did weep,
While crying to sleep...
Seem to have dried completely.
Smiling widely to celebrate,
A reversal of misfortunes are collected...
To reap from paying those 'blue' dues.

And suddenly without warning perceived,
There comes a pleasing happiness.
One arriving to fix,
All the devious mischief left by folks intrigued...
To see their misdeeds falter, fail and leave successfully,
The one targeted to grieve.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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