The Way Things Happen
Ever talk about something that happened between you and her?
Did she seem to forget or have a different view, though she was there?
That’s the way things happen. You see things differently than her.
it’s hard to progress in a relationship. From there we go to where?
We try and try to see eye to eye to no avail.
The distance between seems to grow rather than shrink.
Then we discuss the pros & cons via E-Mail.
It’s all laid out in black and white, yet she says your view stinks.
We decide to put it aside and start all over like it never happened.
We date, and enjoy each other’s company.
We may have to head our dates with a little caption.
This time she will have to agree. I’d bet money.
Then, an incident happens that didn’t go down well.
But, I’m sure she will agree with the way things went.
But, the way things happen, she has a tale to tell.
How can two people be involved in the same incident.
Yet, come away with two conflicting ways of looking at it.
But, that is the way the entire evening turned out.
She said black, I said white. It was enough to give me a fit.
“Is there a way for you to see my side” she began to pout.
This seems to be a mystery that can’t be solved.
It can only be worked around if you are to have a chance.
Is it heredity or upbringing that is involved?
Or, is it the fact that she wears a dress and I wear pants?
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)