Having It Both Ways Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Having it both ways.
Isn't realistic.
But,
Many wish they could be living.
Having it both ways.
Isn't realistic.
But,
Many wish they could be living.
Having it both ways.
Whenever they wished it.
And everyday.

Bored.
By the redundancy.
And the frequency of it repeated.
As if time released.
On a mission to complete it.

Once a lesson has been learned.
It should be accepted.
And from it to move on.
If change is mentioned with this wished.
With nothing done about it but just sit.
Who is to blame when change is resisted.
While something done not to overcome.
One sits reminiscing.
Over a wish that brought boredom.

Having it both ways.
Isn't realistic.
But,
Many wish they could be living.
Have it both ways.

Some overheard will say,
"Oh how I miss.
My younger days unafraid to take risks.
Now I find myself addicted.
To a comfort I insisted wished.
And the quietness of it.
I prayed everyday,
For a peace of mind I wanted to get."

Having it both ways.
Isn't realistic.
But,
Many wish they could be living.
Having it both ways.

"Yet.
I confess it and admit.
I do want it both ways.
With peace of mind to have when I wish.
After I have satisfied,
That taste for a bit of risk.
As I bob and weave through conflicts.
Knowing I can get away from them quick.
And return to find my peace of mind.
To have again.
Until I get bored with it."

Having it both ways.
Isn't realistic.
But,
Many wish they could be living.
Having it both ways.
Just to say they could get it.
Accepting this repeated.
But the frequency of it to get.
Can become redundant,
When it bores.