Choices
We start out life with not much to worry about, or so we think.
With little accord to how our choices, as a youth, can make our adult life stink.
Goofing off in school, getting in trouble with the law, or finding it hard to make a good friend...
All the while, we never pay attention, to the many meanings in the end.
Sure the woes of our youth can be redirected, even set aside.
Still, our past choices lay the foundation for the path as adults must follow and abide.
We must find our self, and Fight hard if we must, so our own children, don't carry the same price we have had to pay.
After all, hind sight is 20/20, as goes, the old cliche.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.