Saturday, July 23, 2011

Life's Love Story

In a former life, I was the kind of wife
Who did lunch with the ladies in waiting.
When my husband became a man out of the game,
I felt my independent spirit abating.

This situation was fine to a point,
But we began to lose our spark.
If neither of us had much to do,
About what of interest would we talk.

I tried gardening, cooking, canning;
We even did these things together
The changes we're making aren't because
The togetherness gives us no pleasure.

It just that we believe that
Love should expand and spread to others,
Starting with our close community
Of chosen sisters and brothers.

Many people choose a church
To create this community of the heart.
We believe that shared human passion
For good is a natural way to start.

I don't mind freely admitting that
What I am really ready and hoping for
Is the younger generation to learn from us,
And take up our many physical chores.

I would like to sit back and bask
In all the shining reflected glory
Of the compassionate, competent young families
Who are the fruits of our love story.

People in the Pool

I could probably make friends with the people in the pool
But in order to do so, I'd have to act the fool.
The deeper people delve into my personality,
The more they seem to have the sudden urge to flee.

It's not that there is nothing for them to like;
It's simply that I make their blood pressures spike.
I accept nothing and nobody on the value of its face,
And surface small talk is what fuels the human race.

So, for now, I'm safest observing people from afar;
That way, my mistakes won't leave any scars.
It is clearly time for me to find a job
And someone other than myself with whom to hob-nob.

Richard has rejoined his old friends;
I think I am finished making my amends.
As soon as I'm healed from my surgery,
I'll start the adventure in the renewed me.