THE CHOICE

Whenever I’m saddened or depressed

Tired-out or simply stressed,

I hear a softly-spoken Voice

That says “This Life, your Life, was your own Choice.”

And when I’m tempted to rail at the Fates,

Firmly, kindly the same Voice states–

“I’ve seen you with a purse full of Karma

Wandering the endless panorama:

Of Eternity.”

“From among the package-deals

Of sorrows and joys;

You picked out This Life–

It was your own Choice!”

 

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