Hate is a losing adventure, you might lose in love but life is still a lot better.

The best hater,
might eventally become the worst lover.
The best lover might eventually become the worst hater.
There's a thin line,
it gets crossed many times.
Some like the yoyo,
back and forward they go.

For years I was the yoyo,
tipping across the line,
tiptoeing on the line,
staying on the line,
getting off the line,
couldn't make my mind up.
Then I'd make up my mind,
only to change it again,
then again.
Dad was one of my worst victims,
never could figure about him,
that is until he died.

I grew another notch after my dad died,
it was to late for us.
But not to late for me.
It finally sunk in for me,
love and hate are choices.
They have nothing to do with people,
we choose our path of living,
either stick to it,
or let the devil win.

I can't go back with dad,
maybe help save him,
but I can still save myself,
maybe some others.
The best positive route in life is love,
love for self,
love for others,
love for life.

If you have a God,

love for him.

G