She Owns Friday Night

  Smiles and laughter on a Friday night

Give flight

To the woes of the week.

Here, we seek solace

In the deafening din

Of futile conversation.

Elation !

Yes, but inspired by the achievements

Of those who's space we share.

Do we care?

No. Not really.

But to be here;

To stare in wine-aided wonder

Is to ponder

The sweet significance of now.

And for those who share

This time.

Sublime !

Perhaps; some waves of contentment.

Resentment ?

Indeed.

Is resentment not the seed of motivation ?

The cessation of prejudicial thought

That leads to naught

Except perhaps

The paralysis of prejudice.

This alone,

Is probable cause

To pause;

To ponder life.

It's strife and conflict.

Ploys.

Joys and challenges

Journeys through mere moments.

They all pass.

No matter our class,

Caste or social station.

Yet moments of elation abound

And can be found in

Social interaction;

Reaction to mere banter and flirtation

The elevation of primeval man,

If he can

To her level of intellectual equal.

A mere sequel,

Perhaps,

To what she will undoubtedly achieve

And he,

A brief reprieve.

To re-live his dreams;

His schemes and vague ambitions.

Attrition for his chauvinistic ways.

So.

Who says

She doesn't own Friday night ?

 

 

Rod Jones  6/10/00