Books by Carole D. Bos

Marriage Is A Balance Beam

Life Is A Nonstop Event

 

Opposites

             Rushing
     To achieve
     To accomplish
     To attain
I did not ask
     Why
     For whom
     At what cost

     Now
An experienced
     "Rusher"
I long for
     Peace
       and
     Quiet.

Pushing
     My husband
     Myself
     Our limits
I did not ask
     Why
     For whom
     At what cost

      Now
An experienced
     "Pusher"
I search for
     Calm
       and
     Contentment.

Demanding
     Dedication
     Effort
     Results
I did not care
     Why
     For whom
     At what cost

      Now
An experienced
     "Demander"
I hope for
     Understanding
       and
     Simplicity.

Opposites attract
     Even
     Within
My own
     Soul.

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Changes

We thought
      We should map out our future
Change
      Redefines the boundaries

We tried
      To script our careers
Change
      Pushes us in new directions

We charted
      Plans for our marriage
Change
      Forces us off course

We resolved
      To keep order in our lives
Change
      Upsets our patterns

We hoped
      For peace of mind
Change
      Looms overhead

We have learned

Ignore the direction
      Of change
Regret
      The consequences

Resist the demands
      Of change
Lament
      Inflexibility

Disregard the power
      Of change
Rue
      Its presence

Change
      Our dictatorial
Family Member
      Ever present
      Ever relentless

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Breaking Ice

               My husband said, “You ought to be a lawyer.”
To this day he doesn’t know why he thought that,
      But he was right.

At first I couldn’t imagine such a thing.
      What do lawyers do?
      How do they do it?
      Are women lawyers?

I investigated the field.
      It appeared to be interesting.
      Few lawyers were women;
      I thought I could be one.

But how would I become a lawyer?
      I knew no lawyers,
      I had no connections,
      I lacked inner direction.

I went to work in a firm
      To see if I understood law,
      To see if I could handle its intricacies,
      To see if I liked lawyers.

Attorneys in the firm tried to discourage me:
      You can’t work full time and attend school.
      Women shouldn’t be lawyers.
      Women surely can’t be trial lawyers.

I decided to be a trial lawyer.
I thought it would be good to break some ice.

After graduation I wanted to work in the same firm.
      The partners voted no.
      I was out.
      Why?
      Was it me personally?
      Was it my gender?

No one said I didn’t work hard
No one said my work wasn’t excellent.
No one said, “You can’t handle the load.”
No one denied I was the only young lawyer in the firm
Whose writing had made Law Review.

Yet the ice I had broken left me in a huge hole.

"It’s in your best interests to go elsewhere."
I never understood why my view of "best interests"
And theirs were not the same.

I had to leave the firm.
But where would I go?

One lawyer believed in me.
We left the firm together.

Breaking ice has interesting results.
      I had to find solid ground
      And stand on my own.

At first I wanted the lawyers who had rejected me
      To see they had made a mistake.
      I wanted to be better,
      To work harder,
      To be more skillful
      Than they had ever imagined.
      I wanted to show them
      A woman could succeed in the legal profession.

I proved my choice had been no mistake.
      I did my best,
      I worked hard,
      I used all my skills
      And showed myself I could be
      A successful woman,
      A successful lawyer.

I learned
      To focus not on the hurdles
      But on the ways to get over them,
      To align myself with positive thinkers
      Not with naysayers,
      To swallow pride
      When it’s hardest to do so,
      To explore alternatives
      When I don’t want to think about change,
      To recognize that some of the best results in life
      Stem from the worst of circumstances.

Now that I stand on solid ground
I can mentor other young women.
I tell them
      Success is not about male versus female--
      Thinking about that is a complete distraction.
      Success is never quick and easy--
      It only results from hard work and constant struggle.
      Success is not about self-praise--
      Let others say your work is good.

I also tell them
      Success is rewarding--
      Use those rewards to help others.
      Success is satisfying--
      But never be satisfied only with past results.
      Success is addictive--
      So learn to control its effects on your character.

Yes, I broke some ice,
And now I stand on solid ground
Where my continuing effectiveness lies
In my success
At melting ice.

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Time

I saw a bouquet of dried roses today.
That made me think about time.
I realized the roses didn’t bloom very long.
That made me think about life.

I thought about how I look at my life
And how I think about time.
I’ve adopted a mindless lack of respect.
I don’t care unless I’m far behind.

I wondered if the fragrance was strong
As the sun helped the buds come of age.
When the petals were fresh, did anyone see?
What if no one smelled them till now?

By the time I know what my life is about
Too many roses will die.
Other flowers will bloom once I’m gone.
How much will I miss until then?

It’s true that fresh roses are here a short time.
It’s true that my life is the same.
I struggle to find the essence of life
But distractions prevent many gains.

All of these years of mismanaged hours
As I studied time management books,
I frantically searched for what isn’t there.
I have usually misunderstood.

I’ve thought about time as something to sell-
A commodity - not a true gift
I can give to me, to my family and friends.
But I’ve lost more than I ever sold!

After I saw the dried roses today
I thought about time’s forward thrust
Its mechanical ticking of minutes and hours
Its swift, ineluctable span.

With its unceasing movement and unyielding force
Inexorably rushing ahead
Time holds my life, but I let the clock stop.
I think about what I have left.

Time is a gift, not something to sell.
It’s mine to control as I choose.
I’m going forward now with strengthened resolve
And respect for what once I abused.

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© 1998 Carole D. Bos