The less travelled road
made all the difference.
Each path we choose
(or is chosen for us)
could lead onward to joy
or to sorrow, because
we have no way of knowing.
We can only guess
when on this path we tread
whether ultimately we'll lie
in a smooth
or a crumpled bed.
This rests in the hands of fate.
Once that bed is made
we must lie in it and wait
to see what each morning brings.
Grey Autumn days or
Fresh crocus' Springs.
But, I ask -
why no retracing steps?
We can grasp fate by the throat
Say 'I'm in command'
And
rise from our bed
return to the fork in the road.
Take the well travelled path
And see where that leads...
instead.
(For Elaine P)
4 hours ago - 3 days left to answer. - This was posted as you can see, but I don't think it appeared properly - I did get two respondees - but none of the usual crowd.
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