Chosen Chances Poem by Christine Errett
Chosen Chances
So dim a fixture in light of civility
shallow, transient, meaningless in its majority.
Why have we such attractions, how foolish are their nature
but to bring about the procreation of the next heart-broken race
For the lucky few, their life completed,
though an illusion do I see
How can someone go against human nature
to partake in human destiny?
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