It's Always Something New to Bother: A Poem
It seems like it's always something new to bother
and we like to call it inescapable part of the game
if not weather, news, noise, then something other
or it's our preference to be bothered by the same.
I call it preference as the choice is ours
to pick our favorite among all irritants
unless mistakenly we use our powers
and choose peace by some chance.
Remember the time of your falling in love
when nothing could upset that happy mood
flying above annoyances on wings of a dove
and ignoring the world, just because you could.
You can still do it, feeling amorous or not
as loving yourself enough is all you need
when it's about feeling you call each shot
so keep dismissing crap until you succeed.
For nothing has the power to annoy
it's always exclusively of our own make
and life is only there to persistently enjoy
so let us make it happen, for goodness sake.