Choices

Sitting here reminiscing Of the late friends of the past Even more depressing Is being the last I have seen my friends Not all, just a few Way to early Their lives had been through Yet some grew old Their time, well done While others lives Had barley just begun The gift of life Is so very priceless For at any given moment Could lead one lifeless Any action, any word Any breath you take Could result in A fatal mistake Your life may be lost With any move you make So make it a good one Make it a bad one The choice is yours You always have one