Oh, compromise, what a word that is. What exactly does compromise mean?
As a noun: an agreement or a settlement of a dispute that is reached by each side making concessions.
As a verb: settle a dispute by mutual concession.
Also as a verb: accept standards that are lower than is desirable.
Come join me as I look more deeply at this word prompt provided by the illustrious Miss Kate.
Compromise Spelled Out
Compromise spelled out
is often what we need to do.
Seen between mom and son
When there is work anew.
Organizing a lad,
Who helpful desires to be
But also has his own plans
That’s just between you and me.
“Mom, will I have some free time?
To spend with dad and friends?”
Clarifying question results in
“Oh son, that just depends.”
Pondering my actions,
I seek to clarify
Asking deeper questions
Seeking to verify.
Reaching to out to learn,
Just what a block might be.
Fitting relationships in,
Would it work for him and me?
Oh it works!
Determining times.
During Covid
My son he pines.
Making time for family
and for friends
While work encompasses much
Compromise extends.
I see it shown
as we work it out
How like this world
This compromise is all about
Seeing the anger
The shouting too
Can people learn
To make less ado?
Experience shows that
Compromise works
It’s one of those
interesting life perks.
Poetry aside, we can always see how simple examples in the home can be extended to the world at large. Working out what everyone needs is a matter of careful communication and the willingness to follow through.
Beautifully expressed, Annette…that what is writ small in the home can be writ large abroad is a truth we must heed…or perish.
If we can’t reach settlement
let loose of things we cherish,
I think that I will take the bet
that we are going to perish.
The Rebel flag was part of life,
I thought it as my own,
as did the fam’ly of my wife,
but now I must atone
for a thoughtless point of view
that did not see the dreadful pain
that over time accrued
as the symbol thus remained.
I shall give it up with grace,
skull and crossbones flying in its place.
yes indeedy Andrew, it has to start some place doesn’t it?