Refusing to Become Anyone's 'Grief' Co-pilot

I don't drip or sob tears.
Like some who have a gift for it.
I am exposed everyday...
To pain and sorrow.
Hopelessness shared.
Among those with their agonies to borrow.

I've been tested by wickedness.
With prehaps more of it to come.
But I will not succumb to shiftlessness.
Or become attracked to those...
With nothing but pity on their lips.
I am here to taste happiness.
And if I am alone...
That's just more of it I will come to like.
Refusing to become anyone's 'grief' co-pilot!

And if you are about to take off?
You can have the runway.
And from it...
Take WAY off!
With no concern if I'd like to see you land again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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