This poem was contributed to Prairie Pagan by Jim Tait.
What’s done is done. I cannot mend
nor change the past. I comprehend-
though from my biochemistry
my mind can have no liberty
so on these thoughts I can’t depend.
And further, I can not defend
my actions from all consequend.
Despite these limits, can it be
I have free will?
There’s laws of physics I can’t bend.
But disbelief I will suspend
for, though I see the irony,
leads me to choose I will pretend
I have free will.
– Jim Tait (2011)