Poem: Rain on a Joyous Parade

When good events happen 
it’s good to celebrate them 
life is not easy
but there are the little moments. 

So why is it 
such a sin 
to be happy for them?
Why can't we share it? 

Why is it so satisfying
 to put down the joy 
and mock the ones 
who even mention it?

Because jealousy is rife
and modesty is the rule
existence is a drudgery
until the very end?

That is a cynical
way to live
if you want to be miserable
don't bring the rest of us down.