A choice is a decision
That requires much precision
The choice to read
Or to make a neclace with beads
To stand with respect on memorial day Or be very rude and go hit the hay Choices are like rough spots in life You must carry on
The choices call our names
Even before it’s time
These freedoms are fought for
In every way
So be polite
Even when it’s not memorial day
For every choice
No matter the size
May just change
The path of your life

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