I Chose

I chose I could’ve been A homebound hermit, Hypnotized by the hum And hue, Of a high-tech HD computer screen. A slave To the Rhythmic rap Of Clicking keys; Depriving me Of much Needed rest. I’d Search For Love And friendship In a network Of strangers, Oblivious to The world Outside. I would’ve Made a great Defense lawyer. With my Appetite to argue. I’d rescue Common crooks, Convicted of crimes; From the Confinements Of a cell. I’d lobby For leniency With lavish Litigation laws. Dedicating myself To Dissembling The Death penalty I should’ve Joined The army, A proud patriot, Surpassing My peers Through promotion; From a potato peeling private, To a more Prominent position. Pushing my Paratroopers out Of a plane. Parading my men On the field Of battle. I’d receive A war Winning wound, Perhaps a Purple Heart. I could’ve Been a detective. Cleverly cracking Cold cases- CSI style, Coercing confessions From criminals And Con-men. Collecting a Cheap watch, As compensation For my commitment To the precinct. I should’ve Been a doctor. Devoting my life To curing The incurable, Letting long hours Deprive me From family. Always At the Beckon call, Of work Provided beeper. Carrying out Curative procedures, On clients That are Scarcely clinging To life. I would’ve Made a Terrific teacher. Choosing to Live my life Through the Youthfulness of My students. Teaching them To take on The world With caution And Confidence. Lecturing them With lessons Of longevity. Disguising My desire- Jealous of Their youth. My choice, Was not to Focus on One aspect Of life, But to Experience Them all. With the stroke Of a pen, I walk All paths. I chose All destinies. I could’ve Been this, Or been that… I should’ve Done this, Or done that… I would’ve Made this Or made that… Instead, I chose to write.