early morning <br />one rubs his eyes <br />upon waking up <br />one goes to the <br />rest room for <br />the usual beginning <br />and then finally <br />looks at himself <br />in the mirror and <br />in there he sees <br />the wide ocean of <br />choices in his eyes. <br /> <br />he washes his fears <br />with the cold water <br />inside the cup of his <br />bare hands. <br /> <br />Now <br />is another day of <br />freedom.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-freedom-to-choose/
