The Choices We Make

Down the Lake the ripples flow

As the men get on the shore

Stranded from the ship they cruised

The men get on the floor

The eyes meet with no word exchanged

When the island is revealed

There is sadness in the winter air

As the feelings are all feeled

The three troop on a rocky shore

As astonishment is felt

A little lamp is in the middle

Of little crows and their pelts

The first one takes the lamp and says:

“Genie, I summon you!”

With its entire splendor it’s revealed

“I grant you wishes two!”

“I want a chest of bright bright gold,

And a way back to homeland”

The genie shouted with all his voice

“Then it shall be, my young, young man”

The second man takes the yellow lamp

And shouts the same thing two

The genie grants all his wishes

And turns without a care

The third, a bit of an idiot shouts

“Wait, wait for me!

Grant me those two wishes

For I have need of thee!”

“Give me a lamp of yellow light

WAIT- I am feeling Lonely!”

So give me my two little friends

And I will me as happy as can be!”

The genie laughed his hearty laugh

And summons the other two

“Now I am leaving you all
So stay with you're choices under sky blue"

~ CT