At twenty-five, not deep in the game,
Two flings behind, but none earned a name.
Still, I knew how my life would unfold—
No kids of mine, no cradle to hold.

 

I liked kids, sure, their laughter and cheer,
But I knew those costs year after year.
Time and freedom, money and strain—
The joys just couldn’t outweigh the pain.

 

I made my choice, and I made it clear,
No child to raise, no “Daddy” I’d hear.
Freedom was mine, and peace of mind—
A future I shaped, not stumbling blind.

 

They said, “You'll change,” like youth was to blame,
But nothing inside me ever felt lame.
Not stubborn pride, just reason’s grace—
My logic stayed firm, it was my base.

 

No girlfriend then, no nightly affair,
Still, I planned like love would be there.
When that door opened, I’d walk right in—
No fear of a child born on a whim.

 

I met the doc with easy resolve,
He asked if my girlfriend had been involved .
I played it cool, gave a false reply—
“My girlfriend’s cool,” so proud of my lie.

 

He snipped away as if it were play,
While I lay there, we chatted away.
Then a week of waddle, then it was done—
A future rewritten before it had begun.

 

I made my choice, and I made it clear,
No child to raise, no “Daddy” I’d hear.
Freedom was mine, and peace of mind—
A future I shaped, not stumbling blind.

 

I got doc’s proof in a letter of note,
So future lovers knew I had no oats.
No condoms, no dread, no pill to recall—
The burden of risk? I’d removed it all.

 

Adoption was there if I changed my mind,
If someday a family I wanted to find.
DNA pride? I had none to lose—
Better sperm than mine are ones I’d choose.

 

And what if all men, young and aware,
Banked their sperm with deliberate care?
Then got the snip until ready for kids—
Saving billions from life’s careless skids?

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I made my choice, and I made it clear,
No child to raise, no “Daddy” to hear.
Freedom was mine, and peace of mind—
A future I shaped, not stumbling blind.