Note: I was only able to complete part of it today. Check back later for the whole image. It takes some time to complete.
Life Choices
Life comes to us, one and all.
No matter how big, or how small.
We have no choice in the matter.
From the time we walked, pitter patter.
To some, great fortune comes along,
they did not earn, but for a song.
To some it takes much growing up,
must work very hard to fill their cup.
Suffering the slings of outrageous fate,
for some, too early, some of late.
So many are pawns of the powerful,
like sheep to the slaughter, sorrowful.
Some die young seeking to be great.
Never reaching their potential or the gate.
Many waste their lives in trivial pursuit.
Wandering purposelessly to the down chute.
Many seek salvation at the end of their days.
Some live this life as the end of their ways.
Which would you prefer if you had a choice?
As a pawn to the power? Or with your own voice?
We all have choices that make the difference.
Regardless of life's whims; it is our inference.
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
8/10/17
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Obstacles in life need to be faced and dealt with. Only then, I've found, I have been able to meet my needs. Choices come with chances to succeed or fail. Great write and 'love the collage!!
Love ya!
Jane
A very powerful, thought-provoking poem, Ron!
Never reaching their potential or the gate.
This is the worst way to die. This was my brother's fate. A brilliant mind snuffed out in the prime of his life.
Really a thought provoking & intelligent write, Ron, I am going to be thinking on this one for a long time...-e-
Love the collage! Interesting that you put it with this poem.
L,L
Wandering purposelessly to the down chute."
True enough, Ron, but at the same time what is "trivial pursuit?" Some come out of this trivial pursuit a better person than most would ever think possible.