My anger-free life.

Maybe it’s my imagination. That I sense anger and hostility. Sprouting up. All over. Here I am. Trying to live a happy life. But every time that I turn on the TV or read a newspaper. For the purpose of catching up with the news. I hear the diatribes of angry people. Throws me into momentary despair and despondency. Knowing that I’m living in an angry world. A world gone mad. Little wonder. That I retreat to the safety of my cocoon. Where I pursue the good and happy and anger-free life. Albeit, as a recluse. --Jim Broede