I wrote this poem over 20 years ago while going through a trial in life, which now seems to have been so minor. Today I realize it can be applied to my quit.
Choices
I can choose to be happy or I can choose to be sad.
I can think positive thoughts or let negative ones get ahead.
I can be willing to forgive and try to forget
Or waste precious time with worry and regret.
It's all my choice
I can be proud and hold my head up high
And focus my thoughts towards the heavenly sky
I could let my spirit down and wear a frown
Not spreading any joy or happiness around
It's all my choice
I can let myself be lonely or have fun in a crowd
I can choose to have my quiet time or let things be very loud
So I choose to make an effort to put a smile on my face
For somehow that smile can cause a problem to be erased
Of course, that's my choice
Choices we all have to make, some may be late
While others still may be a mistake
But life always brings....choices.
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