Your Choice Poem by Gregory Huyette

Plan the next sunrise,
But smell today's flower.
Think of the future
While enjoying each hour.

Can't control birth's offerings,
But effects are your choice.
They're sufferings or joy
As you lament or rejoice.

What happens will happen,
But reactions you own.
Smile with the world
Or whimper alone.

Each moment is real;
All others are not.
Treasure what you are.
Use what you've got.