Chosen child

They could have chosen me
They could have chosen you
I promoted to sing
While you stilled
to think of everything
By this, I knew
They will have chosen you

As time pulls round
and I twiddle my songs
(stately, or of the common sound)
I'll squint my eyes
to look at mansions in the sky
not with loss
like some self-struck ague
But to remember:
They could have chosen me
But I'm happy they chose you.