Choice to be made…
-Pj
It’s always not very easy when the trail diverges
At the cost of something held dear
The choice is hard -
Burden of having grown to make one.
Even harder the pain be when presumed cold-
Inexplicable.
Still less ill the toxin be felt with a glimpse
At the home made which time can’t erase…
A little happiness is mine to hold
In hope that the choice inevitably made
Holds something in store not for tears…
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