...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykNSvhZJC3Y. . . Like a
detective’s badge - an Accolade - with the gun to lend it Credence, He laid his pride . Onto the cold, boardroom table . And then held
himself accountable To his part
within the play. . . The
decisions we make Inform the
outcomes . That we
inevitably have to own. . And we don’t get
to renege on that contract Out of wanting,
or regret - for while The past, remains
the past, And our choices
remain those choices, . It follows that
their consequences Are but the things that we have left . To so knowingly seek to pacify And then willfully accept. . . . © 2024 Ookpik |
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