What We Can Choose

So much in life we cannot choose

We ought not sulk or brood

For all the things we cannot change

We choose our attitude

The gray and gold we all must bear

In our allotted part

Our attitude molds and reveals

Reflections of the heart

Take heed for now the unknown spills

In mute half-breath unfolding

We cannot choose life’s good or ill

In moments we are holding

But for all that we cannot choose

We ought not sulk or brood

For everything that comes our way

We choose our attitude

© Janet Martin

I’ve heard men boast with bloated chests at what ‘they own’.

Beware; we have what God allots to test who we become…

We cannot judge by the facade of things, life’s ill or good

We all go by the grace of God; we choose our attitude

A comment on my previous poem We Cannot Choose let me to contemplate the things we have control over and I was stunned to realize that we do not really have control over anything...but our attitude.  

 All go to one place; all are of the dust and all go to dust again. Eccles. 3:20