Choices Poem by John Lord

I cant quite put a finger on
the exact particular phrase
but it goes along the lines of
these are our endless numbered days
the fact that we can choose to live
gives us the power to do whats right
but this same power seems to leave us
when the stars come out at night
why is it then we choose these acts
that tear apart our ties
when simple acts of kindness
would add meaning to our lives
the choices we make with the time that we have
shows who we truly are
so don't forget our numbered days
whether your end is near or far