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.
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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