Her Choice
A young maid sat upon a "fence,"
Attempting of the world from thence
To make a little bit of sense.
The fence on which she sat that night
Seemed to grow to greater height
Each moment as she in her plight
Refused to let her conscience guide.
And then she saw the world divide
Into competing moral sides.
On the right was all that's good
And what for proper action stood
Which does great joy of life include.
While on the left temptation's snare
The promise of great pleasure there
Which promised greater joys to share.
(In fact, she sat inside a car
Out in the country way too far
And stared out at a shining star.
She sat there in a quandary great
At an hour so very late
With her very handsome date. 
She longed to have her lover sweet
But yet she knew she could not greet
The morn if she did not retreat.
The longer she put off the choice
The less he listened to her voice
And pressed 'til she had lost her poise.
The more he pressed, the more she balked
And yet as all the more he talked
Of love, into his web she walked.)


She cast a glance down from that height
And in the misty evening light,
She realized just how great her plight.
Upon the left she saw a place
where pleasure showed its beauteous face
and promised love for Adam's race.
It looked as though that side gave joy
And that the world could be her toy
By giving in to this fine boy.
But look again and see the truth:
A haggard woman void of youth,
A young man hardened and uncouth.
Could this night's choice have such effect
As in the future to defect
Her life in ways she can't detect?
As these thoughts galloped through her mind
She realized life can be unkind
To those who conscience do not mind.
She, in her mind, turned to the right
Considering there what caught her sight
A future looking, oh, so bright.
The prospect of a happy life
In which she lives as faithful wife
Reducing risk of married strife.
Abiding by God's righteous plan
In which a woman gives her man
The strength of will with which to stand.
Then, thoughts turned to a future date
When she would choose her lifelong mate
A kind and gentle man, first rate.
Lauren Lilly, 1993
When on her wedding day she'll think
Of this night teet'ring on the brink,
When she might all her future sink.
And, then, when that day turned to night,
She would, with all her guarded might,
Present herself a radiant sight.
Her husband and herself would know
That at that time, now long ago,
Her choice, then hard, had made it so.