Dust on the Bench

Cut from the stone
The wind’s laces
One moment of time

Freshman year in college
He sent two halves of one poem
Not his poem
To two young women he met

Because he wanted them
To meet each other
To meet
Quality with quality

That was the world he wanted

He got forgetfulness and passion
Distraction and too many young friends
Leaving the institution for lack of funds
And their own broken lives

We get what we get
But we don’t have to like –
Still we have to go on
Or watch the door close

It is not exactly a choice

this one, I read several times. I am seeing a new side of you in the last two I've read. "We get what we get"...

I would say that is true. Though, what we get is often directly correlated to what we allow, command or create But then you go further with we have to go on or watch the door close...how true...

then you "qualify" the above sweeping statement with

"its not exactly a choice"...not EXACTLY. AGREED.(as you raised earlier on in the poem by noting "distractions, lack of funds, etc.)

Luckily if the door closes, it allows, forces, affords us the chance to walk through another door. That's the beauty in life to me. Also, since we may not always make the choice as you highlight...at least not directly (so many impacting circumstances, unforseen interruptions and glorious distractions), we do at least get to choose how we perceive the impact of each event.

I like you. Thanks for this one.