pluses and minuses

She was a special sort of queen

I’m sitting on the porch 

of a house that I don’t own 

in a state

I never want to live in.

But my life is good.

Not what I expected it to be

Not what I had planned 

or dreamed 

Or hoped it would be

But it’s good, all the same.

There were so many places it was bad.

So many times I wondered:

What am I going to do?

But it all worked out in the end.

I’ve learned, it usually does,

We earn the life we have, 

or learn to grow accustomed to it.

Some are better than others.

But frankly, it’s how you look at things.

I can spend days pointing out to you

All the bad things

that have ever happened to me.

Loves I have lost, opportunities

that never came my way.

All the stupid mistakes I’ve made

But, why bother?

It will just bum us both out
 

A life is made up of pluses and minuses.

I just decide to concentrate 

on the column 

that adds up