I have chosen this life,
given up many things to have it.
I suppose that’s the way of all lives,
but in my case it was more obvious,
and left people behind in the dust,
shaking their heads.
I took the little I had to work with
wrung it dry and squeezed it to
fit the mold I had chosen.
It’s plastic where I would have
pulp where I would have had linen,
concrete where I would have had tile,
and stainless where I’d have rather had sterling,
but it’s a life I can live
and I can trust it.
by Cher Bibler