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Choice

Choice

which is worse

 

the afflicted pain

or the self-inflicted kind

 

all I know

there’s too much

of both

from here to there

 

folks I know

those I never will

was there a choice

for them

 

if so

why pain

why choose it

then multiply it

 

why

 

when there’s gold

in the meadows

glory in the hills

grace in the willows

 

why

 

when there’s a song to be sung

babies that need love

children that need

all of the above

 

why

 

when there’s still time

soil underfoot

and the road still bends

why then

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery