Wanting To Get

One's wanting to get,
Anything one wishes.
Seldom sits to stay satisfied.
It is the hunting in us all.
To stalk until whatever is conquered.
Then off we go,
Seeking something better wished.
With less patience in the hunting of it.
And then it scrutinized,
For what it isn't.
Becoming disappointed and accusative.
Done to claim on others.
To be the fault and blame.
Because of a wish we had,
Thought not good enough to get...
And it to have.
Someone else took it,
Away and fast.
Knowing for them its value to keep kept,
Forever protect and treasured.

'That had been mine.
I wanted it back.'

'You threw it away and called it trash.
And as the old saying goes,
One's treasure is another man's to have...
For the rest of his life!'

'You are wrong about that.
I remember that old saying,
Going heard to hear like this...
One man's trash,
To know it for what it is.
Is another man's burden.
Looking for a way to get rid of it!'

'Then why would you want,
A burden back to have that bad?
It must be missed.
To make me believe,
What I now have is worthless.
But nothing anyone wishes to get,
And blessed to have?
Done to then call trash?
Didn't know what had.
Until someone else...
Prayed and wished to be blessed to get,
A treasure to value...
What someone else,
Thought worthless.
And...
Not good enough to impress,
Others who could care less.
What to value to treasure,
If it had been easy to receive.
They were not blessed to identify,
The meaning of what a blessing is.
And you know what?'

'No, what?'

'When you wish for anything?
Wish to want for yourself.
The doing it for the reason and purpose,
To impress someone else?
Will never leave you satisfied to value,
Nothing at all.'

'Oh yeah?
How do you know that?'

'I stopped seeking,
Approval and acceptance.
To begin to value my worth.
And to treasure every blessing I get!'

'I'm not religious!'

'What?'

'I believe there is a God.
But I am not religious.'

'Well...
Whatever road you travel on?
You're going to be looking a long time,
For your destination,
To identify where you're going.
And what it is your trying to find!'

'That makes no sense at all.'

'Whether it does or not.
Your trash to have had,
Is now my treasure to value.
Kept to keep.
Belonging to me and yours to lose.
May your journey,
Be adventurous and a learning process.
Fools rush in,
Where wisemen fear to tread.'

'Huh, what?'

'Nothing.
You know...
Once I divorced,
Being married to my own ignorance?
It soon did not take me long at all,
To discover and appreciate,
The taste to crave living life.
My life.
With nothing to take for granted?
I became happier than ever.
And didn't have a pot to piss in!'

'Most people I know use toilets!'

'Exactly!
Let truth be told.'