The Choices We Make

The Choices We Make

The choices we make are the legacy of the people we know.
The ones that we love really put on our show.
We’re made of threads from the fabric of life.
We would be so bland if it wasn’t for strife.

We’re just tiny pinballs in a game of chance,
An empty cauldron filling someone else’s pants.
What would we be, if no one was around?
I don’t think a personality could even be found.

I’ve lived and I’ve loved a good long time.
I’ve lived long enough to be able to rhyme.
There are those that get off critiquing my work.
It’s so easy to find fault, it really makes me smirk.

The choices we make determine our life.
You’re not the way you are because of your wife.
Don’t even tell me that you’re not at fault.
I’ll laugh in your face and throw you some salt.

Get off your lazy ass and do something worthwhile.
I know from experience that it’s not your style.
Change the course of your life so you won’t end up,
Just another sorry beggar, and a one-legged pup.

LeBuert Sept. 2011