The Life You Choose To Make Poem by A. P. Hancock

Come, see golden vistas, your never ever views
Come and look at new shades, warm spirit-colored hues

Come and dream a future, your days before their time
Come and gaze on scenes, of music, laughter, and rhyme

Come and think, envision, your changes up ahead
Come consider portraits, the old self gone and dead

Come and picture moments, your soul begins to wake
Come and see what can be, the life you choose to make