YOUR CHOICE

[Maureen K Clifford]

YOUR CHOICE



You were driving too fast in a hot stolen car.
Your choice, your choice.
Fraught with danger, but bogged down by drug induced stars.
Your choice, your choice
In the blink of an eye see how much your life’s changed,
you’ve veered off the road – by drugs and booze deranged.
Etched in fire now your ending - your families estranged.
Your choice.

They said that the ending was quick – little pain.
Sad choice, bad choice.
Only links of a gold broken necklace remain.
No voice, no voice.
Now written in starlight, your paper bag dreams
have erupted and burnt and no phoenix it seems
will emerge from the ashes. No solace is gleaned
from your choice.

And inside there’s an anger that in this heart dwells.
No choice, no choice.
Sweet memories of you – a young life wasted – well
my choice, my choice.
But for waste such as this. time will not heal the pain
for one sees it enacted time and time again.
Does youth never realize? There is nothing to gain
from your choice.


Maureen Clifford © 03/11

[Bob Pacey]

Makes me think back to the silly things I did as a young bloke ( not the drugs and such ) but grog and driving its a wonder I'm still here. Just pure luck I guess.

Thanks Maureen

[Heather]

What, you don't think the drugs were silly Bob?

[Dave Smith]

Heather some drugs are good I’ll give ya a list.

1. Drugs so I can drink water.
2. Drugs so I can pee.
3. “ “ so I can sleep
4. “ “ to thin ya blood
5. “ “ to stop the blood thinners rottin ya gut
6. ‘’ “ to etc etc etc
7.
8.
It just keeps going.


TTFN

[Bob Pacey]

Dave Like the guy we used to work with in the supermarkets. We called him opium cause he was a slow working dope.


Oh Heather if my old yellow Bug could talk she would tell a few tales.

was a bit of a surf god in those days.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Oh be still my beating heart - now in my younger days you would have been the type of young good looking bloke on stage playing a guitar that I would have had the biggest pash on....I vaguely remember the feeling

[Heather]

Maureen do you mean "crush".

Bob are you married? Maureen is free and likes a pash.

Heather

[Heather]

Dave I am on first name terms with some of those drugs - unfortunately.

[Bob Pacey]

Remember what they say Heather " Love Is Grand " But " Divorce is One Hundred Grand "

[Heather]

Maureen I keep trying!