Decide

I.

It comes.

It goes.

Its source a mystery.

Its duration an enigma.

It’s given to us all.

It’s taken in an instant.

If you accept it – up to you.

II.

They instruct.

They chide.

They’re your tour guide.

They’re often demanding.

There, a stumbling block.

There, a pigeonhole.

Will you disobey – up to you.

III.

You grow.

You learn.

You’re ever-evolving.

You’re ever-changing.

Your life.

Your choice.

What you do with it – up to you.

Decide.

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on October 10, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Absolutely brilliant. The structure of this poem is stunning

  2. Tight and to the point! Very structurally sound, I do agree with the previous commenter.

  3. Can’t argue with that:) very nice!

  4. Very well said. It comes down to making choices. That’s life eh. All about making choices and benefitting, or suffering the consequences.
    🙂

  5. Really like the structure of this poem kinda green with envy here lol

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