Tales told

A man makes several hard choices

Tales told

Through life alone I chose to tread
though, truth be known, I'd hoped to wed.

But circumstance illumed my path,
no mere mischance incurred my wrath.

The ones in power - a vicious lot -
scheme every hour, care not a jot

if those they hate have child or wife -
they'll share grim fate and lose their life.

Such evil deeds I could not bear,
so I indeed an oath did swear.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori!
verily I've chosen best: my death will tell my story.



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Prompt / Form Note ▶︎

Prompt: Tomorrow, August 1, is International Childfree Day. Write a story or poem about a childfree person who is reminded of why that decision was the right one for them.

Form: Couplets with internal and ending rhyme.

Written for "The Writer's Cramp"  as part of "The Contest Challenge" 
 

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