Decisions, Decisions


Decisions, Decisions

If innocence cost
fifty cents and
crime cost just a dime,
I'd reach into my
pocket for two quarters
every time.

If joy was way on
down the road
and thrills came by
real fast.
I'd put on my good
hiking shoes
and make my
journey last.

If a good friend had
a sprinkler
and a bad friend
had a pool,
I'd be jumping
through that sprinkler,
every day,
right after school.

Wanna know how I
can choose right
when decisions
come along?
Because if my gut
feels funny,
then I know
I'm choosing wrong.

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!