It's not what you have
It is what you did with it
That counts at the end
Short stories and poems the author wishes to share
Our aim, to keep fit
To do the necessary
For Good and Evil
The choice always ours
Both sides beckon and call us
Free-will, the choice ours.
Like clouds in the sky,
Nebulous, white, gray, or dark.
Then they are expressed.
Spoken or written,
Expression gives them power
For good or for bad.
Until expression,
In the cradle of a mind,
They float harmlessly.
This isn't mine, but I am passing it along:
One letter makes the question, the answer, substitute the "W" with a "T."
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