Beggars Can’t Be Choosers
September 26, 2016
They say beggars can’t be choosers, and sadly, I can’t debate,
For time and again, I’ve been in spots that I’ve come to hate—
Relationships I’ve walked out on, jobs I’ve quit in a blink—
All because I could feel the proverbial ship start to sink.
It’s a nightmare that I know too well time and time again,
And it doesn’t get better at all each night I endure it, friend.
In fact, the last of tribulations I’d gone through made me sick—
Literally, too, for even now, my nose keeps going drip, drip, drip,
And this headache I’ve got is still killing me, I can’t deny,
And hack–hack-hacking on my own phlegm’s been making me want to die.
I can only imagine, though, just how much sicker I’d surely get
If I’d stuck around any longer and tried to make a sure bet
Out of the situation I’d been in that made me so bloody ill
At a time when I’m usually resilient to all but the foulest swill.
Thankfully, I’ll never find out, for I got out of things quickly,
And my family’s even more thankful that I didn’t get more sickly.
Still, I’m left to wonder how things would’ve turned out otherwise,
Had I stuck with my main plan and not let myself be cut down to size
By the circumstances I suffered in the setting I was in at the time.
Would I’ve come to resent sticking ‘round, or would things have worked out sublime?
I guess I’ll never know either way, seeing as I’ve long since gone
Forever to wonder exactly what it was I had done wrong
To not make my situation work, perhaps even for years.
Then again, sticking around may have more likely brewed other fears—
Fears that may have proven worse than what I’ve already endured,
Such as a deadening of my soul from wounds too deep to be cured
And a satisfaction with mediocrity that none should feel.
Thankfully, that’s not what turned up when I dared to spin Fate’s wheel.
The moral, then, I suppose one could say, is always keep your wits
And know what’s good for you and when your situation’s become the pits
And weigh your pros and cons carefully when you’re stuck knowing not what to do
Before the latter all come pouring down and flush your soul straight out of you.
Beggars can’t be choosers, after all, as the saying goes,
And before you find yourself trapped between anxiety and woe,
Know your options and what to expect , should you go one way or another,
For in the end, it’s one of at least two outcomes, sisters and brothers.