Under the Radar

I did come into this world
a kickin' and a cryin';
just as I'm quite certain that we all did;

with everyone else a smilin';
but, I'm really not sure as to,"why"...
for I can't remember that far back.

But, I truly believe it was a private aversion
to being mugged and robbed of comfort.
Change is definitely traumatic,

just as everyone well knows;
however, should I ever have to suffer another
one of them traumatic "aversion attacks",

and should I begin cryin' like an infant,
like the nominee for the "Regional Pity Party of Me"...
well, I think I'd be almost positive that regular folks

would be inclined to do a bit more, than smile;
at least until they collected themselves...
maybe even until it were time to count the ballots.

After that, I might venture to say, I was in peril
and possibly, in danger of not being taken seriously, ever again !
But I can assure you of one thing, for certain.

I will find great solace in the solid fact,
that everyone else will be crying at my "wake",
as I would most assuredly be slumbering,

stealthfully, with great dignity.
Because, I will then be flying,
and gently gliding by.....under the radar.