choices

your life is
not your own,
you've sold out.
let them have
their way with
you. money was
pretty much
the culprit,
needing food
and clothing,
shelter, that
sort of thing.
a line formed
and you got in
it. what were
the other options.
starve for your
art. no. instead
you took the coward's
way out and worked
for forty years
to then finally
lie down and say,
that's it,
i'm done.