i had just
stopped by
aunt bea’s
and
was relating
a problem
i was having
with a friend
of mine
i said
she always wants
to pay
for things
i
just want
to have things
balanced
you know
what I mean
i could see
aunt bea’s eyebrows
rise
just above the borders
of her
reading glasses
oh
she said
that
accountant syndrome
where
relational spreadsheet columns
must always
zero out
my dear
friendship
is not about
balancing
the books
at the end
of the day
it’s about
love
© Charles W. Martin, poem and illustration
The BeZine 