CHoices

 Choices

Father time stops for no man
I am aging the spring of Youth has turned to the fall of my life
I look back at the choices and Roads taken and not taken
Regrets missed opportunities Joys and Sorrows
As I approached my golden years I approached them alone
The rose no longer has its bloom it is wilting
With no one to water or care for it
Choices they can be your undoing or your greatest joy