Choices

Our life is defined by choices, Improved by the ones avoided Each day making me, I want to believe But what if I had chosen differently, I wonder what would have become of me How much of me would be the same, Or would I be engaged in a totally different game Would I still doubt the choices I made, Or be happy that I strayed Would I even notice the difference, Because of my life and how I lived it At what age do we begin to regret, Is it after our life is set Fearful that we left something out, Despite all the toys and the clout Is it rooted in how we define happiness, Do we feel there is not enough in us Are we comparing ourselves to a standard, To others we think matter Could it be we stopped setting goals, Allowing self doubt to gain a hold If I made that other choice then, Would I be strong enough to defend My satisfaction of this time and place, Or is it time to decide the next leg of my race