We were discussing how the different choices
made in life become our destiny. I remembered
one day running into and old girlfriend. Telling
me I was the last boy she would date. I was poor
and would never amount to anything. Her eye was black
and cheeks bruised from a beating by her third
husband. I saw the obituary of my college girlfriend
who wanted to see others. She died young and far
from the beauty I had known. Could not resist this:
You could have had me!
Weak--no self confidence
Looking in the mirror
Wondering why no girl wanted me
I didn't talk bad about you
Tell the guys you were easy
I wouldn't know if you were
I had too much respect
How are things in the trailer park?
Your no longer that pretty young girl
It is such a pity
But then we make choices
Each of us moved on!
You said I would never amount to anything
Did you know I went on to college?
Understand you met your husbands in the tavern
Water under the bridge I guess
I saw your obituary haggard and old
I guess thats just what you call loves of old
I moved on had a new love in college
She wanted to see other guys
She could have had me
And of course she filled me with lies
I would have loved her I wasn't that wise
But ladies I did find new love
And I always say sent to me from up above
I didn't have to ask her if she wanted me
I saw it first time in her eyes
You made your choices I was more wise
Just a little poem about choices
And how lucky I am you didn't want me!