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