Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

'A Matter Of Choice


In man's existence
there lies some gap
that define life's value
this void needs to be filled
with innate things of substance
to bring essence to how we live.

Man is prone to failures
as we all are never perfect
though how much we ever try
emptiness does grips into our souls
and we are threaten by a gaping whole
that hold us to make the right decision.

Two sides stand for us to choose
there is good and bad vibes to lean
in which we need a bridge to walk on
and this can be made passable only by us
through building self-discipline to fill the gap
Either way is a matter of innate personal choice.

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 09, 2013

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