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The choices we make or do not make--some are forced on us.
Richard cut school
I was only six;
Didn’t give it a thought
His girl of-the-day
Making the call;
Said Richard had the flu.
Fifty years later
At death’s door,
He still read
Like a second grader—
The best he could do.
He was proud
That he graduated
From high school.
Jason didn’t do his homework
Or attend college.
He turned down regular jobs
For parties and fun:
Raves at night;
Disneyland by day.
Working tables, he sang
At the Macaroni Grill.
The last I heard,
He was a waiter
A transient worker
Losing a job in a Las Vegas hotel
To start another in the Northwest.
Regretting the time he was late
For the interview
At the Cheese-factory.
When tornadoes hit the Midwest
Killing a few
And a levee in New Orleans
Flooding a city
Driving people out
Leaving vibrant neighborhoods empty
The victims could join the merchant marines
Sailing to foreign ports
In search of other tragedies—
Reminders that we are not alone
In our suffering
While American soldiers
Fight wars in Iraq
My Splendid Concubine
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|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|A fine exploration of roads taken and not taken, and wonderfully expressed in a direct telling that carries real weight.
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
You and I think alike thou our poetry is somewhat different. I have often thought about the different paths we take, the choices we make everyday, be it right or wrong. How one choice can lead us in so many directions in life. I love this poem, its real. I will be tracking you, your writing is awesome!
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|As a teacher (retired) I watched the web of many paths reaching out into the world by children whom I taught. The body is God's temple for the mind. What many parents don't realize is that a child's education begins at birth. One can't leave a young brain to be fed at the mercy of the enviroment, but it must be taught morals, values, self-respect, decency, perserverence, patience, and about a million other things to prepare them for a tough world.|
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|Very interesting! Just to show you we all are humans, even though we each take different paths.
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Linda Law
|your play with words is so wonderful... I was just sharing your Caruso poem about your dad with my mate early this morning...how I love that poem...the vision remains in my mind... so much of your work remains in my mind... wonderful. lindalaw|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|A tale all too familiar, Lloyd. A sale tale. I was lucky.
I had a mother who instilled in me a love of books..and
learning. The kids you described obviously did not have
such an influence. You of course spent 30 years teaching.
Did you ever add up all the kids you put on the right path?
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Different paths, connecting us all as human: well done, Lloyd.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.