Choices
so many, and mostly
so small, and
what really
do they matter after all?
In each
we gain, and
we lose
a little, and
seldom
a lot.
So let us
worry not
to go left
or right,
up or down,
forward
or back,
whether 'tis
mere right or wrong
only and simply
choose, and
then go with it; for
there are yet
so many
little choices
to be made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write sometimes you just need to step back and go with the flow. This is a simple poem but benath its simplicity you weave a complex thought and bring the reader to a distant shore great write.