You’d come to be
Aware of options,
That set you free
Of blind caution,
A right of choice
To take a chance,
Albeit with degree
Of failed advance,
Stolid to repartee
Of critic endured,
In this stage of life
Bordering mature,
When chances rife
Tho ne’er assured,
Be for good or bad
Ye can’t fail but see,
That a right of choice
Forever belongs to me!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier