Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

THE CHOICE, a poem 8-23-17

I have learned too late
that I always had a choice
but now that it is made
knees are stiff
and arms are short.
Yet the breeze still blows
   where it will
and the birds still sing
   for they are happy and free
and the rain still falls
   on the just and the unjust.
The choice still has a chance.


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