Author Information
A Child's Choice
Drowning in sweet satin
Of another day's defeat.
To me you're speaking latin
With the soft trill of deceit.
Withering amongst soldiers
Who've lasted all the while
Living with sagged shoulders
Free whilst still sessile.
We smile and play along
With this old brigade
Hoping that erelong
We may end this charade.
But until that day may come
We march along this line.
Destiny, now a custom,
Long since designed.
So go along to high school,
March off to university,
Get a job to help people,
And you'll be just like me.
