A Choice We Make Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Some people hold on to the past
And cry those forever tears.
Trying to retrieve what won't last,
Unaware the finish line nears.

What was lost must be released,
Mistakes need to be learned from.
The joys of this present could be missed
When we make Sadness our home.

It's a choice we make to let go.
The brave face each day and go on.
For the sun shines again tomorrow
And in life, all things have a reason.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.25.15