Choices We Make
Not everything that glitters is gold
this she knew for sure and certin
she just couldn't find the right one
this left her alone and hurtin.
She was on a human fishing trip
always trying to catch a better one
she would keep him on the hook
until she had some fun.
When she caught yet another one
and he was better than the last
she would let go of this one
he was memories past.
On and on the game went
never having one to keep
feeling sorry she was alone
would often make her weep.
It seems that life was a bore
never had the right bate
another good one got away
she was a little bit late.
No one was good enough
he had one fault or another
this one was very nice
but she didn't like his mother.
Sometimes the choices we make
never seem to be the right ones.
we never trust our own decisions
they all seem to be like reruns.
Norma Duncan AKA Mistymaiden
July 2008
Midi: Alone
By Mistymaiden
© 2008 Mistymaiden
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