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Throw Away Society
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Throw Away Society Throw Away Society She sits slowly rocking in her favorite chair The rocker is old, it needs, a lick of white Glossy paint that would enhance its beauty, The woven cane on the arms of the chair need repair, Yet she does not see it she loves it still As she rocks a soft creaking sound Echoes up and down the length of the verandah Adding its contribution to the cacophony of sounds, That are, the symphony of the night. The distant sound of a braying at the moon, A cricket playing its legs violin, a male bull frog Croaking out its mating call trying to impress attract That enchanting female sitting on the edge of the fish pond Far off cars their engines humming, their horns blaring The whine of an ambulance siren speeding down the highway Still she rocks; her eyes closed sipping slowly quietly On the aromatic Ginger tea given to her By a friend slash student; a reminder of her lingering Though, she now sleeps in her native land. Her nightie cool cotton allowing her body to breathe, The soft balmy night with its gentle cooling breeze A relief after the cloyingly, muggy, humid day, So hot was the day, that a cold shower Cascading down onto her body, evaporated, Adding to the steamy humidity of the day Looking down on her she is alone, but; That is far from the truth; she is surrounded; Surrounded by people, places and events From her memories, some sweet loving ones Dancing and singing around her Others painful bringing tears and a hint of fear Sometimes remorse to her eyes, But all of them in their own way comforting, necessary To the whole, to the person she has become over the years She remembers a time when she sat between Her uncle and her grandfather as they mended a toaster, The element of an electric jug or much cherished, worn leather Chair that, under their loving attention, Would see use for years to come Her grandfather and uncle born into a world, A far different one from to-day s’ A time that appreciated, respected and loved and Cared for their possessions, Having lived through one of the worst worldwide Depressions, within living memory, together With two life destroying World Wars, Filled with brutality; betrayal; Crimes against humanity, Not witnessed since the Mongol Hordes swept across the known world. They knew hardship, they knew having experienced The gnawing hunger of no or little food in their stomachs The terrifying rise of the sun on a battlefield The stink of fear and death surrounding them As they lay soaked in their sweat in far off lands They belonged to the age of holding onto and repairing Possessions, material things and the other More important intangible things that shape our lives Love, marriage, family and friendship, the essential Weavings that make up our life on this earth. She on the other hand was born on the cusp…. The changing philosophy that now shapes our world. Toasters, washing machines, Televisions, computers, cars The list is endless of “things” no longer built to last… Now built to work for a short time Maybe a year maybe two; maybe longer maybe shorter Then to be thrown out on to a scrap heap, so a newer, Shinier whiz bang new toy could be purchased. Unfortunately, in this New brave world material things Are not the only things we carelessly throw away? Whether it is fear of intimacy, of allowing another human Being into their heart, under their guard… Working on a marriage when it gets tough And the hard times come; hands are thrown in the air Angry words are spoken and the sun sets Without those three so very important words are spoken I am sorry…. And the equally important word, p Lease let us try again. , whose innocence sometimes ripped from them, Both parent and locked in constant battle Misread or misunderstood signals, neither side able To admit they made mistakes till it is too late, too late to shed Tears of joy, love, forgiveness, hope a safe haven A repaired heart and soul Sometimes; the worst of all; betrayal and The battering of their young fragile bodies, innocent trust, shattering Soul and at times sanity All these things she had over the years, Experienced, lived and yes survived. A heartfelt sighs rises from deep within her. Her eyes closed she leans back on the soft cushion Has she two become one of the throwaway society? Tears seep from under her eye lids, She lets them fall unheeded down her cheeks How did she get here, what had she done? To deserve what was happening to her, why her Then her backbone kicked in…. Why not her She had already admitted to others where she now found herself Was of her own doing… but till just now she had not really Believed she was truly to blame and not the others No she was the one who had made the decisions Whether they had been made to help for a friend in trouble, Through misinformation, stubbiness against change, or Sheer stupidity it didn’t matter she had to own they Were her decisions, and she now must wear the consequences. Some she could not change they were now beyond her control But others, her friendships, her caring of friends, acquaintances And family, she still had the ability to change her fate…. She could still rectify, understand and accept Circumstances do not always stay the same She fully believes, sometimes in life We are given tests, or offered lessons to help us To redefine us, make us better people, Well hopefully better human beings who have grown Both spiritually and mentally She had finished her tea some time ago And placed the empty mug on the table beside her. Her decisions made, her faith renewed, Her prayers answered maybe not in the way She had hoped; but still answered, She finally sank into a deep and healing sleep There would be enough time in the coming days To set the decisions into action, but for now she slept, Now she repaired and healed her body, her mind. Now she rested getting ready for the coming days Of renewed fights, searching, and justice, Yes she would continue to fight she had to, Her parents had not been reared to be a quitter A gutless wonder no she had to keep striving For her material and health safety; her friendships- Those friendships that brought her so much joy And sometimes frustration, annoyance, disappointment But overall so much love and affection, made her life so beautiful and worthwhile,  |
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2/20/2011 1:38 am |
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2/20/2011 5:29 am |
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