THE CHOICE By R. Wayne Edwards

THE CHOICE
By R. Wayne Edwards

A slip of a girl from a very small town,
Where gossip was quick to drag the best down;
A girl that was single was having a baby,
It was certainly a sin; no if, but, or maybe.

No way to explain an illegitimate child;
The rumors were swift, they began to run wild.
She led a good life, she tried not to sin;
But her neighbors now thought how terrible she'd been.

The man she would marry, now what would he say?
How would she tell him? It would sure ruin his day.
No DNA test; there was no need to bother.
She knew her betrothed could not be the father.

She was such a young girl; this time in her life,
A baby could bring her nothing but strife.
A marriage was planned, and a trip far away;
Her love was a carpenter with very poor pay.

So if he would have her no matter her plight,
How would they survive with a budget so tight?
He was such a good person; a very nice man,
But when he found out would he understand?

Her friends were so quick to give her advice;
No man would want her no matter how nice.
"Before he finds out," they said, "there's no doubt,
We tell you as friends take the easy way out!"

"After all, it's just tissue; it's not yet a life.
Why should it cause you inconvenience and strife?"
She knew what they called just fetal demise
Was the death of a child in God's Holy eyes.

And she knew a great sin it surely would be,
Not just against God but humanity.
What a terrible world of hate and distortion,
If Mary of Nazareth had had an abortion.