Choices

Life offers a mixed bag of choices. Your destiny depends on what you choose during hundreds, if not a million,  moments in a lifetime. Infact, every second, a choice is offered that determines your next hour, the day, the year or the future. 
A sonnet with 17 lines, stanzas 5+5+5+2, 10 syllables per line and abbab.cddcd.effef.gg rhyme scheme. 

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Walking along the shaded avenue

Raintree canopy close-fitting over

Velvet red orange carpet strewn under

I hardly noticed a little path new

Between the bushes to the far yonder.

Every road is made by walking, they say

And so down the road I stealthily walked

What awaits me at the end I wondered

Not once on the walkway wander nor sway

Absorbed abundant turns of twists offered

Chided and coxed by them fairies and gnomes

Each solo into ears whispered and hissed

Choices a hundred to be picked and tried

Not hard nor fast were these destiny games

End special is, I guess, if a fair game played

A road is made for walking, I reckon

On thorns, stones and silky flowers that beckon

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