A pedestal. Above the fray.

Forgive me. For bringing up. Less than poetic subjects. From time to time. Unfortunately, that's the nature of life. To focus on the suffering. Mostly of the unhappy others. I refuse to join them. To be dragged down. Instead,  I remain on my lofty plateau. A pedestal. Above the fray. Though sometimes it seems. That I've joined the crowd. Truth is. I know better. Really, I live in wonderful isolation. Some call it a cocoon. Believe me. I know paradise. When I see it. --Jim Broede