Consequence of Choice

                                              I made a choice, years ago.

                                              It was “simple” he said

                                              one of us had to got to go.

                                              A life for a life,

                                              we were never going to be

                                              a family, man & wife.
 

                                              “Keep it if you wish” he said

                                              “to you, I can’t dictate

                                              but please do not be misled.”

                                              “If it should come to my place

                                              seeking anything at all

                                              I shall deny it to its’ face.”

                                              I take all of the blame,

                                              the choice was mine to make

                                              included, all the shame.

                                              I think about you

                                              at least once a year.

                                              It’s something I can’t not do.

                                              Baby, what could I do?

                                              I had dreamed so long

                                              of one day holding you.
 

                                              Yet I felt so young,

                                              alone, my dreams dashed,

                                              my ideals seemed far flung.

                                              Even now I shed a tear,

                                              I can’t really believe

                                              it has been eighteen year.

                                              I’ll never have another.

                                              I couldn’t bear to look

                                              upon your sister, or brother.

                                              Baby, I’m sorrier than you know

                                              I never knew you, or you me,

                                              yet I really need to let you go.

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