Poem - Adrift by Choice

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I had the opportunity to speak to a young person I care very much about. People had made decisions that impacted them, and these decisions echoed back to times the past. It does sadden me some. It is one thing for people to deal with their karma. It is another for the young(er) generations to carry the outcomes as unwanted baggage. Fair? Life isn’t. The poem “Adrift by Choice” is a statement of this predicament.


Adrift by Choice
Poem for Day 309 – 20151106

We leave the young wondering
why choices were made in our time.
Blame the wisdom of older age,
none of which we did possess.

We were so much younger then,
at heart so impetuous,
not knowing our ignorance
as we struggled to survive.

The reasons for it all fade from memory,
forgotten for the sake of sanity.
To remember would be far too much,
the sorrow would consume our souls.

It seemed like a good idea at the time,
if only we bring the cause to mind.
Life was so much simpler,
with few choices in the difficult.

The clock does not turn back,
nor are things undone by choice,
when events are set in stone
by intent and the hand of God.

One compromise at time we said,
adding up to the tidal wave.
Now we are adrift with no paddle,
the young wondering what went wrong.

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