CHOICES
The wintry wind whipped at our cheeks
Teared our eyes and misted our glasses.
Before the end of the driveway we meekly
Turned in submission to its lashes.
It’s no day to venture onto the slopes:
Lifts won’t run be running in these blasts.
So much for our high school senior’s hopes
Of trying the Notch’s challenge at last.
Instead we head for the nearest mall
Load up on soda, popcorn and nachos
And find a film agreeable to all
Where the weather is less ferocious.
Sometimes it’s better not to try
Against all odds to do or die.
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