THIS POEM IS PUBLISHED. IT IS MINE. FOREVER SPOKEN.
The world is full of havoc.
The world is full of pain.
For every one who enters it,
Another has been slain.
But we the people have a choice
For mood in night or day.
Some would choose the path of sorrow ,
While others would walk gay.
What would you choose, the way of light,
The sun smiling in your face,
Or is the dark your corridor,
Your sorrowful life lay to waste?
This may reveal who I really am; I trust that you will not take advantage of that.