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Choices And Consequences

by John Ault

 

I walked in the woods one day, and along the path

I met a man, bright and cheerful, and oh so friendly.

His eyes sparkled with hope and happiness, adventure and expectations.

I sensed a kindred spirit and knew we would be friends for life.

I asked him, “What is your name?” 

And he replied, “Today.”

“But what is your real name?” I said.

And he answered, “Choices.”

 

As I walked further down the path

I met another man, wrinkled and gray, somber and distant.

His eyes were filled with sadness and regret, pain and sorrow.

His very presence was depressing and I wanted to leave,

and yet, in some strange way, I felt a bonding with him.

I asked him, “What is your name?” 

And he replied, “Tomorrow.”

“But what is your real name?” I said.

And he answered, “Consequences.”