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Choices

        If I could live my life anew,

Knowing what I now know,

Would there be any changes

To what my past does show?

        If I'd been giv'n th'option,

Myself to have had a voice,

As ten year old, was offered,

Would I have made the choice?

       To have my surg'ry earlier,

Instead of waiting years,

Enduring all the hardship

And shedding MANY tears?

     . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

       One part of me says certainly,

At early age, lets GO, 

However, t'other side argues,

"Empahy, I'd not know".

       I wouldn't have known hardship,

Rejection, lonliness,

Thus, could not show compassion,

So it MADE me, I'll confess.

      And then, medical advancement

Did soar, in twenty years,

May not have been successful,

It improved many gears. 

     So while no changes would be made,

Just KNOWING, that it COULD,

MAY have made life lighter, 

A brighter living mood.        




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