Choices
To be, or not to be
To do or not to do
To head ahead, or cease
To blossom, to wear out,
To fight, to loose, to stand,
To fall, to rise again, to trust
To grow… to love.
It’s all laid before you,
A day more of your existence
Adds more to the clouded shelf of choices
There is more if it’s a year more
Confusion; it comes in with more picks
When the weak and the strong are known
Not only for the right selections,
Even in the wrong ones.
Crap hands for yourself
Write a letter to your heart
Praise it for the Job well done
For two decades and a day
Hurry! To the queen, it’s never easy
Make your pick, as long as you are happy
As long as the smile doesn’t fade
So long as it doesn’t deform that beautiful
face
You don’t always get to choose
Some choices are God’s to make
Some things are worth trying
Some fears are not fears, rather signs
Some days are a sign too
Some people deserve a room in your heart
Some words are best understood when done
To more years of happiness
To more years of peaceful sleeps
To more years of friendship even more
To more years of “boys lie”
To more years of beauty
Copyright © Billy Mlonda | Year Posted 2018
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