I lie on the sofa,
A book lying open
On my breast
As I ponder
The storyline:
A hero and heroine
Deeply in love
Yet too proud
To recognize
The fact.
What foolishness
Does this breed
In the minds
Of readers?
What passes
For spirited repartee
Is, in fact, a study
In selfish indulgence,
A "my way or no way" attitude
So prevalent
In today's world.
Whatever happened
To "give and take,"
And meeting one another
Half way?
Impatient,
I toss the book aside
And choose to nap
Instead.
Georg