Patterns of Confusion


          When they met his first thoughts were hope; hers was pity. She often came to visit him in his loneliness. His excitement and anticipation always grew. As time progressed, and their friendship expanded, her thoughts turned to compassion; his to love. But all through the years there was never to be a meeting of the minds.


           He was just a tired and homeless old derelict, beaten down by years of living on the streets alone, when she first met him. Once a proud and healthy warrior, now just a shadow of what he had once been. But close observation by a trained eye showed the pride in his eyes, the faith deep in his soul, and the hopes alive in his heart.


          Time went on, and she grew more beautiful year after year; youth and wealth were on her side. She lived alone in a world of plenty, with friends and family all around; he lived in his world of poverty, age and illness, all alone but for her. His dreams and desire for her grew with each passing year; hers never seemed to align. But all through the years there was never to be a meeting of the souls.


           Love is a very confusing emotion; it is sometimes a mighty blessing, sometimes a one-way-street. Words and emotions don’t always meet. Love is not charity, nor does compassion bind as tightly as desire. Life is full of some very confusing four letter words; like "love, hope, hate, and pity"; and especially "aged". But all through the years there was never to be a meeting of the hearts.

~ © 2003/2010 – David L. Griffith ~
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