Is life just a choice, i've heard it said before.
There are no such thing as accidents.
Of that i'm not so sure, hindsight suggest there,s more.
A life alert three year old boy, a middle son to be.
Taken from his squaters home his brother the last to see.
An accident the couse, burning pain one fee.
where he went, what he'd learn, who he might be.
Life was mean, lessons by the ream, no love until eighteen.
Infected by strangers mostly unclean.
Abandonment and tears, future hidden fears.
His life changed so much , he didn't feel for years.
A life time of learning, from society labeled peers.
Chameleon like indiference to life's ebb and flow.
His spirit wouldn't hide but it did get very low.
Shutting out memories with many a painful blow.
Learning fear no help was near, except his inner ear.
His baby years infected and often He was blamed.
Was his life his choice or is life i wonder pre-ordained?.
Where did he get his strength from?, if not from within.
Did he choose the life he was living in?
Did he choose to be neglected to be blamed.
Did he choose to be abused, generally confused?, never tamed.
DId he choose to be emotionally tested, to be molested again and again.
Did he choose to carry a faulty gene, with pain.
Tell me Doctor Phil, with the wisdom you've obtained.
Was his life his choice or is life pre-ordained
composed by me Bill Dempster
