Choice
An empty page,
that has no edge,
A plain cloth with no color,
a painting brush with which to color,
life, given to us,
empty with nothing,
nothing but God's given brains,
to make choices to paint it bright.
We can paint it bad or right,
we can Paint it dark or bright.
Fill up the pages with whatever,
but remember that whatever affects us forever:-)
Copyright © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2016
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