Today I was walking do the road enjoying the delightful heat with the Mutt and having a merry ol' time. As one was crossing a road, I saw a piece of paper. Now, normally i don't pick up litter, I tend to curse the people who create it (usually whilst throwing a empty cigarette pack to the floor). But as I was in a happy, sunny and general good mood, I though I shall pick it up, throw it away and be a good member of society.
So, I pick it up, head towards the bin but decide to look what was the on paper. So I unfold the A4 sheet and have a look. What I found was a little surprising. A Poem called Choices which read;
"Life can be as good as you choose to make it,
You choose to make it hard
You choose to make it difficult
You choose to make it tough
Your choice is paramount to any happiness, joy and success you can achieve,
So choose your life
Choose you path
And choose the people around you
And just try to have fun".
I like it. Its...insightful. And coherent. And well...just good.
Now, the reason for my shocked tones is I don't live in the most intelligent and well spoken area of town. Old people and drunken scally-wags fighting on the road tends to be the order of the day......no, really.
Who threw it away? Why did they throw it away? So many questions. Well, two. So random neither the less.
Oh, and new photo.
