As life
moves along,
choices
are made.
Choices
that alter
trajectory.
Decisions
that alter
life’s flow,
subtly or
greatly.
Choices
can leave
scars,
scars
on the soul.
Scars that
alter perception.
Scars that
alter beliefs.
Looking back,
I wonder who’d
I be had
I chosen,
differently?
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2020 10:42
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Scarface maybe LOL.
Your words today echo thoughts i have had many times but hey-ho, my decisions seemed worthy at the time. The passage of time and the benefit of hindsight however do throw quite a different hue upon things.
I think you will have many reflecting back with your piece to day.
Hi DA,
Thank you.
JP
Oh don't we all... If only we had a test run or perhaps infinite chances and choices. Great poem.
Thank you kindly for reading my work
The "What if..? question is probably the most asked question in the world that can never been answered.
"What if I had not commented on your poem?"
Hi GF,
Exactly, thank you for reading my work
JP
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