on the outside looking in
December 6, 2007
You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.
You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.
I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.
I look into
the restaurant –
you spend
my week’s wages
in a night
so elegant
so white
table cloths
and candles
fine wines
and waiters.
I could go on
and on,
but I have been ordered
to move along…
qazse 
December 6, 2007 at 3:49 pm
a repost from January.
December 6, 2007 at 7:14 pm
It’s funny- this time of year inspires the best in folks while also bringing out the worst simultaneously.
Where is our focus? What are our priorities?
Not only at this time but every day?
What matters?
That is what your poem brought to my heart.
December 7, 2007 at 1:06 am
Ah yes the duplicity of these holidays. Like the Megadeath Christmas Album.
We all cry over Dicken’s Christmas Carol then laugh at terms like Trailer Trash.
We are at such odds with ourselves.
Peace
December 7, 2007 at 4:09 pm
elegant poem. so evocative.
December 8, 2007 at 2:34 am
thank you for the compliment
December 8, 2007 at 3:14 pm
I don’t think I’ve ever read so few words with such powerful meaning. Very well done. Oh, besides “It is finished” 🙂
December 8, 2007 at 10:40 pm
Thank you! I am not sure what you meant by “Oh, besides ‘It is finished'”. I am curious.
December 9, 2007 at 1:38 pm
I found you at Christians web-page..They were the next to the last words that the Lord said before dying on the cross….they are powerful words to me as a Christian.
December 9, 2007 at 2:19 pm
Thanks, the “Oh besides” threw me off. Peace.