The choice is yours

Life may not let you choose your lot,

But the choice is yours to be happy or not.

To live in sunshine or continue to hide.

The choice is yours to struggle or glide. 

To hide your feeling, pent up, unspoken,

Or say your mind and ease the burden. 

To fret over a mistake you have done, 

Or learn from it and gently move on.

To leave nasty memories of yours behind, 

Or allow them to badly bother your mind. 

To welcome a change with new possibilities and elation, 

Or be despaired of it and make it worse than even imagination. 

In this journey strangers come and go.

The choice is yours to make them friend or foe. 

By your death bed with your loved ones or alone,

The choice is literally always your own.