Booked Ticket Poem by Lovelyn Madriaga

Then she grabbed an opportunity
knowing she'll lose some,
she was thinking,
'Impulsivity, oh you love me so'
but her reason starts to weigh in,
'Is the happiness of what you'll gain
greater than the sadness of what you'll lose? '
Then she breathed in once again,
filling her lungs with courage,
'This is it, you don't want to miss out
a lasting happiness. '
Then wisdom, might be staring, nodding, shaking its head,
breathing in a hopeful rhythm.