A Friend’s Advice

I asked my friend, “What should I do?”
I asked because he always knew.
He looked at me and only smiled
And didn’t answer for a while.
But then he gave me this advice
The same he’d given once or twice:
“You often ask me this, my friend
“So I will say these words again:
“Choices many, choices few
“Do the thing you need to do.
“Not the great and not the small
“What’s in front of you, that’s all.”

©Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.