Here I am contemplating why life takes you were it takes you. I keep an illusion that OTHER PEOPLE have great lives. These “OTHER PEOPLE” walk out the door and their lawns even realize that dandelions are a “No, No”. As tears come down my face, I try to understand and have faith why? Why do “OTHER PEOPLE” have better roads? One segment of my life is unswerving. GOD gave me a gift of always trying to see the full picture. I try to see the best in the worst…the funny ha-ha in the wounds of life. If we can laugh at the oxymoron in life it opens our hearts to heal, learn and grow. Even with tears I attempt to understand, rationalize and type. Runny eyeliner, mascara, and a paper towel; yes, a paper towel. Everyone has cried at least once and use some sort of paper product. Paper towels, butt paper, old dirty napkins.....there is all kinds of different paper. On a small mental note; so called “FACIAL TISSUE” is never available when your in despair. (pause) (pause) (pause) (pause) (pause) (pause) (pause) (pause)

I needed a breather to upgrade my paper product to tissue ….not the facial kind. So…Im thinking that OTHER PEOPLE have cried at least once. This leaves a very high provability that all our roads aren’t so smooth. My road has pot holes, cracks, detour signs, safety cones, BUT my paint is always freshie-fresh. When the yellow “Do not cross” tape went up I couldn’t hide my sorrow. Yet, its there and I don’t know the future. It hurts and it’s unfair, but GOD hasn’t given me this tattered road and HE won’t let me walk it alone. As long as I don’t wall paper my street with yellow tape ....Ill.... be fine. I found the oxymoron. OTHER PEOPLE have tattered roads with assorted florescent tapes, detour signs and cones. The secret is that they use Chemical-R-Us for their lawns.

God Speed…..
D.Finley 2010

Oh how I understand. Pot holes and sink holes, they sometimes cannot be differentiated. I find "The Other People"..do walk around me..sometimes carefully, sometimes unknowingly and most the time..in similar and kind..we put a lot of things on..one leg at a time..sometimes..one thought, one tear and a smile for as long as..
this is a tremendous, thought provoking write, very open, real and naked..you do not bare your soul..alone.

Thank you

Dig it - especially the end.
I think this would work really well versified, honestly.

nicely done, thanks for sharing with us.