A friend of mine wrote: we think we make our own choices, more and more I doubt that'


Our will to choose


 

 Here is a new home
a beautiful house

a place you dreamed of

a scope for the best of life

to come.


   You press the handle
enter and possess

your temporary space

for the time being

in which you are


   The choice to press the handle
was yours, you could not have

done otherwise

but the house, the yard, the butterflies

the pool and sundeck

the drive and the view

  

 were made
for you

before you

your only

choice

was to enter


   




Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2010-04-15 at 09:30

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