Poem 12


Many choices ahead I see
Not sure which one is right
I do not get to choose
Can't see what's in sight
My whole life depends
On this single choice
To miss al my friends
Or gain a new voice
Many opportunities
I will have to grow
But what I will miss
Is not being in this show
On my knees I will spend
Much of my time
Trying to figure out
What is truly thine