(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)  What do you think this poem
is about?   Decisions For Myself I Have Made  If you are here,
And so am I to witness life... Why can't we commit ourselves, To
validating each other's happiness?  Why is it you stay combative
and stressed? With a fighting for each opportunity, To debate
our likes and dislikes? What is it about this you can not
accept?  When laws have been created, To make it alright... To
choose and select from a variety, That an entitled life affords.
What keeps you angered, With a temperment that seems really
immature?  'It just seems you enjoy your preferences more.'
Then why is it you can not ignore, Those decisions for myself I
have made?  'You appear not to be too impressed with mine. And
not once have you expressed envy or jealousy, With a reason for
me to have 'something' to live for. And my attempts to get your
attention, Has proven to be a waste of my time.'  Don't get
upset by this... Your time and how it's used is not on my
priority list.  Submitted