Choices:

A fountain spirit whispered me subtle,

" I bestow thee coinage condensed with life's various raiment,

Cast but one in the fountain of definement, it will be your attainment.

Yet before coin takes air, give a care, for each piece is old and quite rare.

Ah see the coin of dark and light, allowing day or night, nothing is mixed, meddlesome middle ground is cast adrift..many choices are nixed.

Oh and the coin of peace and war, an ominous toss, so hit or miss.

Fortunes tide flows upon apocalypse, or Utopian bliss.

The coin of love and hate, be thy portage alone or with another?

romance may brighten stars of a lover, but woe upon the soul, breeding fires of the other.

Choices are many , the coin of concern and apathy, the coin of heaven and hell, another of crying and laughter, the coin of sick or well.

The coin of feast or famine, and many more .. make thy choice and cast coin into water, which do you choose, I'll await you tis no bother"

I replied " Spirit I choose none, me thinks your having a bit of devilish fun.

These choices? i have them already, oh bothersome silly petty entity.

I shan't let another, except my lover, define that which is mine until death.

Life is given in the many varied hues of Gods whispered breath.

Free to choose, change and grow as was meant on this earthly tenure.

I leave thee hastened dust of parting, away cruel spirit of misadventure."

(c) 2017 Michael J. Garland

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