OPTIONS is simple Fate decides most of our lives we do not choose the color of our skins we do not pick the region we were inn the Nation of our birth is chosen for us before we learn. To be like the children is the choice we need to keep the simple things. The Devil chooses some of us before we get to chose the Path to GOD. Jesus spoke to Peter face to saint. Satan desired to sift you like wheat. But eye the LORD will tare you from the world. Symptoms is mine Sayeth the Author of this chosen prose poem. Milady when you choose choose life keep living love your Husband love your child when you get time love your friends give them your worries let them Bear your burden shoulder grief Lean on me let me take your sorrows let me be the love in shadows. Keep the secret keep it sweet. Enjoy the light do not let the toiling of the living end the night. Let sorrow leave its place in you let living be the key enjoy your solitude your mending of the poor the decent fellow how he adores you in the final resting place the smile is there its fixed on me forever in love with your reality for it was chosen for him.
