Observations In Abstract
It's the age old story...
Just when you have it all figured out, everything changes!
I went to bed one night, at last content,
because everything was fine.
Two and two made four
Sugar tasted sweet
And sunshine was sure to follow rain.
I was ready to enjoy the comfort I had found.
Facts is facts and I was sure I had them,
each and every one.
When morning came I was eager to face the day.
Self assured,
Nay! CONVINCED that I was right and everything was good.
Oh Conceit!
Trouble came and knocked me on my ass!
It was just a simple thing,
neatly displayed in shades of black and white.
An attituded presented with opinions,
which were in no way my own.
Black and white make gray,
or so I had always thought.
Lines were drawn in sharp contrast,
again and again until I was all boxed in.
Try as I might to smear and smudge
all that black and white to gray,
I found I was unconvincing
and out of words to say.
So, here I sit in this box
not knowing what to do.
I've thought and pndered
and still I'm all confused.
The only thing I can figure
is that I've become an ass.
In my desire to create harmony and joy
I forgot to take a look f
rom another point of view.
My ideal was to find some middle ground
easily reached by compromise
from all adjoining sides.
To please myself is easy,
and its what I tried to do
thinking all the while
that everyone was me.
What I was blind to see is
that my ideal won't always fit the bill.
Some folks like their ground
and they will not step away.
I'm not wrong, nor are they,
but now I'm living in this box
and the only gray I've found
is the rumbling sky overhead.
OH SHIT!!!!
It's started to rain!!
And here I sit without a lid for this box they've put me in!
Sheri Whitlock
2005
