Life Taxes

When we think back to a moment

That the opposite choice could’ve

Made all the difference

And question what became

And the object of the question

A person who’s affected

By the choice we’ve made

But now the effects are so clear

That we ask ourselves what could’ve been

“Would I have saved them from themselves

Like I think I would’ve?”

Maybe we think in vain

Sometimes I cherish my choices

But still the thought remains

‘It’s a shame I didn’t help them

As best I could. When I could’ve.’

Which roughly translates into

‘I’m full of a shame I’m

Not even responsible for,

But I’m still putting myself there.’

I owe nothing to them

They owe nothing to me

But I feel responsible as a link in a chain

Of things that trickled into what they became

The little choices make all the difference

When I sit down and take in life

On account that it’s time to sum up

Note and payment on my Life Taxes