Living Somewhere Between Confusion and ChaosA Poem by Paza
A friend asks “how are things?” Innocent query, born of mild curiosity. How do you answer the question? Do you put on your happy face and simply say “fine?” Just what does “fine” mean?
The kids are fine, but busy with their own lives now and you're alone most of the time. The husband is fine, but hates his job and has a female friend he won’t discuss with you. The parents are fine, but Dad’s business is failing and they are too old to start over. The job is fine, but you have way too much work on your desk that you just don’t feel like doing. The health is fine, as long as you take the meds, but those extra pounds just won’t go away. A sense of boredom and unease has settled over your soul A sense that there should be “something more” A sense of guilt that you’re not content with what is A sense of longing for something that you cannot have A sense of regret for things you know you should have done differently So, how do you answer the friend who quite innocently asks “how are things?” You put on your happy face and simply say “fine.” © 2012 PazaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 16, 2008 Last Updated on January 13, 2012 AuthorPazaAboutI'm a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a friend...I could be the woman next door, you never know. more..Writing
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