March 3rd, 1988

April 2nd

Today we were challenged to write a poem about our own road not taken – about a choice of ours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had we made a different choice – here’s mine.

Two minutes or less? No one knows.

But in that time, I chose.

Was he tired, or was he bone?

I stood the test of time, he stood alone.

Places swapped, and in a flash,

Three lives were changed, in a cold night’s crash.

One minute more of his, to clear the frost.

A lifetime mine, to count the cost.

They carried guilt, I carried pain.

We all chose, to never be the same.

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