Choices

How many times have I looked back on something that took place And asked myself what if I could go back and time erase If I could visit it again and have another chance To recall that which I had done, a new result advance If only fate would grant me, the chance that I desired To make amends for what I did, for the ending that transpired But wishing doesn’t change things, and chances are so few If instead of trusting things to chance, I took another view What if before I acted, I ran choices through my head Gave some thought to what might be, and made a choice instead For choices, unlike chances, are the wiser things to use Since chances come all by themselves, and choices come in twos Bob Quigley Sept 22, 2011