Word Prompt – Choice

The old guitarist sat casually strumming

Daydreaming about summer spent thumbing

Across what was then his own little world

Just to be in the company of a certain girl

Finally starting to lift up his quiet ole voice

He sang a song of meaning  – that peace was a choice

He had loved her with all of his young man’s heart

Vowing that that love was a love never to depart

Thinking  back on loves since come and gone

Laughingly recalling how he has always pressed on

His life was filled with a tango of loving dances

Well intended in all of his passing romances

Peace and love were always his best choices

They just had to contend with all his other voices


Peace Is A Choice Gallery - The Old Guitarist







About alohapromisesforever

Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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