Sifting Shores of Reality

 Do I stay or do I go?  Gone are the days of debutants and dresses of glory.  Gone are the hats with with flair and style. Gone are Blazing Reds and TRUE Blue Fedoras'.  Now they lie in the old picture books.  When was the last time you dressed up fit for a Ball.  If the coach arrived today would it be a Hummer.

Listenting to an old Beatles song makes me see how far behind we have fallen.  No we aren't a kinder, gentler, more loving society.  How do I contribute to this hardness in a more positive way?  To remain loving with the push of others, wants which are not mine.  I remain steadfast to my own heart.  Regardless of others expectations.  Those who try to bargain me into relationship, where my heart lies dormant and leaves and angry messages of refusal to be cohereced into somethings not real to me.

Love, I do deeply.  But deep too, I know when to refuse the aggression even at the price of a lost friendship.  Or was it a friendship at all?  Or just an attempt to overcome my wishes in pursuit of their own.  Regardless I remain loyal to me….............

 So It IS