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Consequence
It matters nil, the journey’s length,
or bearing of the road,
nor choice of step, to trudge or trot,
if pace be quick or slowed.
A mountain‘s slope, if sheer and steep,
or gently rising ground,
still offers choice, to scale or climb,
or trek the path around.
To ride a river’s seething rush,
it’s raging torrent swift,
or float the calm and placid stream,
a slow complacent drift.
The forks of choice come clearly marked,
both justly right, or wrong,
some risky, quick and treacherous,
tho’ mostly trite and long.
We are the masters of our lives,
both ill and righteous fame,
and have no cause to charge poor fate,
the choice was ours to claim.
