If I dood it... I get a whipping. I dood it.

In the words of the immortal Baby Snooks " If I dood it I get a whipping... I dood it."  Out of the vast past, back in the days of radio even, came a lesson perhaps we should all take to heart.  As I said before in my posts, we were born with two things in common.  Every human being was born naked.  And they were born with the ability to choose for better or worse.  So on this Sunday evening I reflect on the choices I made over the years.  In baseball when you hit a foul ball you get a chance for another swing, but in golf when you hit it off the course you have to play your mistake as it lies.  But as I have come to believe, everyone chooses the best they can based on the experience that they have at that time.  And that is what builds what we call maturity.

Anyway, since I chose to agree to attend a class in poetry, I thought that I might write about choice.  Now this will never win a Pulitzer prize, but it does rhyme and it has a halting but noticeable meter. 

The gist of the poem is that we are born with choice even if one of the options is death.  Which reminds me of my Sicilian heritage.  I tell people that we are extremely reliable and "when we give our word you can count on it.... even when we say that we are going to kill you".  So choice is hard-wired into the human psyche and perhaps the proper way to handle it is to always make a choice for better or worse and never look back except to incorporate it as part of experience.

And with that.. here is my burnt offering to the muse Erato.

                                   Choice 

As you go thru life brother, you will come to a fork in the way

Will it be pleasure or strife brother, only you can say. 

Original sin was also a choice as the snake was heard to say.

Live in bliss or see the light and I will show the way. 

That sneaky snake never said a word about our free will.

As that first delicious bite doomed us to this day still. 

So make your choice brother whether blessing or a curse

Because we took that bite  back then brother for better or for worse. 

You must turn left or you must turn right there is no other way

Was it a good choice or a bad choice, only you can say.