6 thoughts on “Choices


    She sits alone, surrounded
    By a molehill of mementoes
    Tells herself it’s all good
    On a whim paints her toes
    To match the passing mood

    Fondles cherished footnotes
    ”Kaloo Kalay no work today”
    Life’s far too short for sorrow
    It’s here today, they say
    And gone tomorrow

    The rites – and wrongs – of passage
    Are frozen fast in frosted time
    They’ve dug in their heels
    A comforting nursery rhyme
    Today? Future memories. Feels!


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