The Way It Is Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The cathedrals have been lighted across the ships
That are very fine,
And I took my day off and went to see you, and bought you
A rosary full of kisses,
And told you everything that was the truth:
The cars coming in and stopping, and waiting to see what
It might be that you had to say,
As I wondered if you would teach your children your
Favorite colors,
Or add my secret wishes to yours; you asked me to paint my
House green,
Because I told you Armando doesn’t like yellow,
And I got jealous, Alma, of my cousin spending time with you,
But that is just the way it is.