a poem…
Who do we choose
when no other choice
is given to us
not one other voice
to go with the flow
or rise with the tide
who chews his own cud
whose time you can bide
what we will learn
by it all in the end
is no one is perfect
’tis the truth my dear friend.
©2023 CBialczak
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “chews/choose.” Use one, use ’em both, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you get ’em both in. Have fun!
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