Acceptance Poem by Laura Ottwell

Compulsatory staring at the wall is all the rage with the teenagers of today.
In English, it is called 'acceptance'.

It is a job consisting of cheap but expensive duties. Pays well.
Buzzing conversations begin each morning. Daily news tosses your own thoughts about life. Discovering nothing with delicate precision. The gossip is passed around. Twisting the truth of the details. Once what was, no longer is. There is no mercy.

A lot of hocus but it's all the rage to society. I've been acquainted with it first hand. What a challenge. Yep. I can do this. Give your best then 8 hours of rest. I make my move and apply for the position. My conscience reminds me to look for a replacement for my current job. I oblige.

I decide the requirements. Whoever so chosen must involve the following: Happiness wanted. Excitement and goals a must. Experience not neccessary. Rebels best suited.
The job comes complete with friends. Whichever friends are crazy enough to join for the ride. Come join! Free beer! Positions open. Start on: 9/3/10. I'm not picky. I trust fate.

Oh look! One of them wants to date! New addition to the job. Even now our relationship is still on and going strong. My poor silly crush. He looked for love and was in a rush. I'll wait. The waiting game is the name of the pain and the pain of the wait is the prize. Love desired. Hope required.

If you knew me, you know me. Quitting isn't my usual style. I deny the position I once sought. Then again, I've known the answer all along. Maybe next time I'll trying staring at the wall. Thanks for the offer but for now I'm quite content with the status quo and my memories will never let me forget. Love lingers.