LIFE CHOICES
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
He sat in his rocking chair, willing time to pass
A stubby of beer in his hand and a fag in his mouth
Rocking to the country music blaring in the background
This man so alone, thinking about his last breath
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Once a family man of great strength and character
Working days spent at the saw mill in the bush
Sucking on rollies through-out the working day
Never thinking that one day he would be short of breath
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The ravages of life choices, booze and fags will shorten your time
For now his ravaged body is but a shadow of it self
Lacking in energy, can’t work, crippled with pain hard to walk
His body once full of life, now dying from life choices
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Slowly the man lifts the beer to savior the nectar he needs
Time is suddenly frozen for he never gets his last drink
His body slumped he has succumbed, no pain now, just silence
The rocking chair now still, his body lifeless and growing cold
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Life choices have taken this man too early, he was so young
He had the choice to not drink alcohol or smoke tobacco
He had the choice of living a long and productive life
But LIFE CHOICES ended his time on earth to soon
