To Take Her Chance
(05/09/2007)
So Becki’s gone!
Off in the red car, gliding past the trees,
To seek her fortune, take her chance
In France!
And here am I, wife in the next room,
Ache in the throat, grit in the eye,
How daft to cry! Not us, not me, not I.
That’s life, you learn, you study, you choose
You come and go from home, you win, you lose.
There are no guarantees. It’s in your hands
To make just what you will, sometimes unplanned
Life takes you. But it also gives –
Gives opportunities, horizons, lefts and rights.
You must decide
And then live, and abide
By what you choose. You win, you lose!
What do we want? We want, that she should make
Good choices in her life, that she should take
The right decisions, that she should build a life
Of happiness, of love, should know no strife…
We want her to look back upon this day –
The day she went away –
A day of great advance, of great romance,
And say:
“This was the start of me, myself alone,
When I took my skills, my own degree and left
… my parents’ home”.
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