For The Poor Any Choice Was A

See The Child. He Is Pale And Thin, He Wears A Thin And Ragged Linen Shirt. He Stokes The Scullery Fire.

Every Moment In Your Life Is A Turning And Every One A Choosing. Somewhere You Made A Choice. All Followed To This. The Accounting Is Scrupulous. The Shape Is Drawn. No Line Can Be Erased. I Had No Belief In Your Ability To Move A Coin To Your Bidding. How Could You? A Person's Path Through The World Seldom Changes And Even More Seldom Will It Change Abruptly. And The Shape Of Your Path Was Visible From The Beginning.

You Either Stick Or You Quit. And I Wouldnt Quit You I Dont Care What You Done.

Each Memory Recalled Must Do Some Violence To Its Origins.

If You Break Little Promises, You'll Break Big Ones.