Life oh life,
With its uncertainties and daily struggles,
Who do you turn to, where do you go,
Within or without, you make your pick.
South, West, East or North,
A B C or D,
1, 2, 3 or 4,
You are the sailor that moves the ship.
The driver that moves the car
The author that writes the book.
In the end what will your story be.
Good, bad or ugly
You make your pick.
This is my first attempt at writing a poem. Hope it drives home a message for you.