Choices

This poem relates to my early struggles having been born with my internal organs in the wrong place, this is now diagnosed as a congenital diaphragmatic hernia.

In life there are choices
The first for me at birth
My bodily deformities, were they to give me worth?
They could have defined my lifestyle, my attitude each day
Maybe the world owed me, someone has to pay
I had the choice of bitterness, anger with the world
My tongue a poisoned arrow full of curses hurled
But my parents called me John, a name they carefully found
Chosen of God to hear a very different sound
With gratitude I grew despite the early pain
Glad with life, a happy child, my thoughts were always sane
Life itself was precious, every day from God was new
A lifestyle of gratitude filled me through and through
But the choice still remains at the start of every day
Bitterness or gratitude which will be the way
I’ve too much to be grateful for, so many reasons to live
Allot of life before me allot of love to give

It’s time to live again

John Lowton

October '22'