Climbing Lifes Ladder
I wonder where my life would be in a different path.
Would I be happier or sadder or feeling some wrath.
Maybe others would have been better off in aftermath.
I understand the choices I made in life, were all mine.
That choice is the most precious thing given to enshrine.
It is the only thing we were truly given, hidden in a vine.
I contemplate daily upon everyone’s choice path in life.
Why some to choose to kill anyone with a gun or a knife.
While others just survive each passing day to give strife.
I feel the pain that mankind delivers and passes out.
Hypocrisy and greed are humankinds rebought.
They seem greater in some that say they are devout.
I believe I did make the right choices, most of the time.
Definitely not perfect, especially in my early prime.
Each mistake I made; rendered life’s ladder harder to climb.
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