Choices

I shall tell you a story, if I may be so bold, may prove to be, the saddest one ever told; it started back in high school while in my teens I fell in love with a beauty I thought her my queen as time went on I am ashamed to say, I got her in trouble in the family way; I could have said, it wasn’t my fault, and she could have said the Same; instead in each other’s arms, we detrimentally shared the blame; a twitter feeling rested on my soul, as both of her parents were told, we expected, shame, anger, and rage and all other things that make one age, but behold, a truly turn of events the evinced the true meaning of parents, 15 there was none of those bad feelings that I could discern only a little pity and plenty of concern they explained to us the fatuity of our deed; of the untimely release of my seed, after  that talk, told with precision they left it up to us to make  a decision we weighed the facts as carefully as we could all the while I cursed my forceful entrance into manhood; the decision to see the doctor came to our head all the while wishing some others were in our stead after that visit, we were both broken hearted and soon afterwards, we parted; my thoughts go back every now and then of a mystery child   who would have been ten..