Adjusting Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is a difficult process, it takes up and inordinate
amount of time, is filled with mistakes and bad experiences,
and it ends just when you begin adjusting to it's infinite
demands.

It is never organized, everything seems to happen and we
are left to deal with it however best we can.

People come and go in our lives, some making indelible
impressions on us as friends, others scraping and grating
against our nervous systems.

We learn marked knowledge communicating, reading libraries
of information, speaking and listening to one another, yet
we use very little of the information or data recorded
permanently in our brains.

Preferring to bask in leisurely, pleasant pursuits, we focus
our energies on days off, vacations and weekends, leaving work
days to fulfill themselves with whatever is left in our systems.

Fortunately we are all pretty much the same in most respects,
and our workplaces don't suffer, usually, any neglect or fatal
disuse.

All of life we conquer our fears, gain courage, have respect
and dignity for others, foster compassion and apathy for one
another, help one another whenever in need and interact on
different levels with other people.

Life is a difficult process, taking up an inordinate amount
of time, is filled with mistakes and bad experiences, and ends
when you begin adjusting to it's infinite demands.