By Choice - Poem by stephen ifill
When we choose to walk at night,
In the dark we may glean that single light,
We may wonder how far it sits,
Could it be the guide to many a secret?
Should we wish to study its glow,
Is there knowledge it may choose to show?
Does it offer us the light of thought,
Revealing to us that singular retort,
Or does it lay our plans for tomorrow's day,
Do we harbour inside, hope, to show us the way.
When we choose to walk by day,
We believe we are sure to chart a clear way,
We'll meet with colleagues to lay our plans,
And arrive at concensus by a show of hands;
We'll get out there and make things happen,
None shall deter us, we're of strong determination;
We can from the rich, attain valuable concessions,
And from the poorest, their meagre possessions,
The point to note at the end of the day,
Is that we've been able to have things our way.
And when nightfall should befall us all,
Who knows, we may all hear our clarion call,
The trumpets will sound loud and clear,
The bugle's call will be ever so near;
True, we may be at a loss for sleep,
But then again, there is a way out,
We'll resort to counting sheep,
And though daybreak would awaken our slumber,
We'll surely fall in line to take a number,
And the day goes on, as the night surely comes.
October 14 2014(c)
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