If only One could Pen you Happy...

"Pen me a piece of life, real life"
Those words...

Deposited themselves within me...

How does one reconcile their lot in life?
I suppose it's common to be bitter
after having been force fed
the defecate of life's rotten bowels

Still, I was led to believe there are
some things that people could do to enhance their stay
at this temporary hotel that gravity relentlessly holds them to

What things?

Far be it for me to say...I'm seeking answers
each and every waking moment

I do know this...

For every single time life has sufficently
planted  it's uninvited foot up my anus
somehow, someway, a  single thought that even ONE soul cares

Empowers me

To trudge forth, and by God I fight to find a smile

and much like a homeless derelict, who may not express it well
yet inside his soul, the belly appreciates
the warmth of being fed an  occasional  
ration  of SUSTENANCE...