by Steven Craig

Life has always been about choices
The choices we make
The choices we let slip by
The choices we were given
The ones that we forgot

It is likely that most choices are not very good
Most choices seem to end up someplace
Not where you wanted it to be
The rhythm of life
It beats not to desire, but to need

The end of that life is inevitable
No matter the quality of the choice
The result will be what ever it becomes
Not what we may make it
But what it makes of us.

With life, be have bought the tickets to ones death
The value of all the paths and choices do not change it
It is just that we do not believe that it will happen
Because of one choice or another
It should have been so much different

Because it was us this time.


Posted on 10/05/2010
Copyright © 2023 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/05/10 at 01:54 PM

I really love those last two stanzas. Very nicely done.

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