The title here is slightly misleading…

I sometimes refer to “choice words” as when I curse about something… and I do curse.

I just choose to keep it mostly out of my writing.

This poem is more about the impact and process of making choices.

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I have choice words
What I am about to say
Just keep on going any way
Be cool
Be fair
Be strong and brave
Do not give up on the day
When it is always something
that we can save
*
We have choices
The pros and cons will not lie
Like what can we afford to buy?
Be real
Be fair
Be smart and wise
Get work done all of the time
We should each be able to
attain the prize
*
So we get back to it
Finding the path
A new sure way to survive
Every second there are
choices for us
About how to live our life
*
Sometimes we decllare decisions
With our loudest voice
Other times we keep it quiet
without any noise
Sneak up on fate
Or announce the date
Chance plays a large role in whether
we crash or rejoice
We can still connect the outcome
to one single choice
*
We must make choices
In everything that we do
Let us find more ways to improve
Be sure
Be fair
Be true to you
Aim to live well every day
Find your calm or excitement
Each choice is new

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*Random picture from a recent walk.

Lower mainland, British Columbia.