Choices
I shall tell you a story,
if I may be so bold,
may prove to be,
the saddest one ever told;
it started back in high school
while in my teens
I fell in love with a beauty
I thought her my queen
as time went on
I am ashamed to say,
I got her in trouble
in the family way;
I could have said,
it wasn’t my fault,
and she could
have said the Same;
instead in each other’s arms,
we detrimentally shared the
blame;
a twitter feeling rested on my soul,
as both of her parents were
told,
we expected, shame, anger, and rage
and all other things that make one age,
but behold, a truly turn of events
the evinced the true meaning of
parents,
15
there was none of those bad feelings
that I could discern
only a little pity and plenty of concern
they explained to us the fatuity of our
deed;
of the untimely release of my seed,
after that talk, told with
precision
they left it up to us to make
a decision we weighed the facts
as carefully as we could
all the while I cursed
my forceful entrance into
manhood;
the decision to see the doctor
came to our head all the while
wishing
some others were in our stead
after that visit, we were both broken
hearted
and soon afterwards, we parted;
my thoughts go back every now and then
of a mystery child
who would have been ten..
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