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as long as its been history
men have been vain and so have women its no contest but sometimes things between the sexes get a bit out of hand I've seen too many B romance movies in real time there have been few relationships I admire and how few of us do put the wood onto the fire that stokes the fires of love I've seen both kindling fizzle and kindling turn into an almost unmanageable blaze and then, just as suddenly doused we're all smoke and ash an over-abundance of fragility, ego... mid-life, front-end-loaded, end-of-times crises to last the span of a lifetime we can't all just get along its not in our collective gene pool there are those addicted to the apology and those who forgive and try again I admire the latter more often than not laziness and drift characterize then shift relationships it happens when we want our cake with an added scoop at no extra cost men and women certainly could be better friends but there's the rub to have a friend you got to be one and humor goes a long way towards that end now the computer age has transformed attraction making it fraught with additional woes and piles of unnecessary complication we have lost the knack of face-to-face banter I heard on a radio new program that the youth of today are taking classes on how to say hello and keep the conversation going without using text and to think what I had to worry about was over-coming shyness I knew how to talk once I got going but even more so how to listen I prefer a little old-fashioned awkwardness over today's menu to me a hook-up is a plug in a land line uh.... that is a telephone that doesn't travel with you in your car or purse how about I'm blah blah blah hello (extend hand and smile knees knocking a bit titter-titter, shy smile) why don't you tell me who you are? LEGAL COPYRIGHT MAY 19 2018 3:12PM PST DATE/TIME STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET/WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE. THOUGHTS WHILE SITTING IN THE LIBRARY Vote for this poem |
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