Turning Point

I took a left at the Junction.
I never saw the old lady,
until it was too late.
I was imprisoned,
for reckless driving.
When I got out,
her grandchildren
cornered me,
in a darkened alleyway,
and stabbed me to death.

I took a right at the Junction.
It was a wrong turning.
I was late for work,
and fired for it.
I became a down and out,
scraping for money,
food,
and shelter.
I eventually starved to death,
in a cardboard box,
outside your home.

I went straight on at the Junction.
The lights hadn't changed,
and a truck ploughed into me.
I was paralysed
from the neck down.
However, in hospital,
discovered I had a talented mind.
I dictated the most popular book,
ever,
made my fortune,
and died the richest head in the world.

I got out and walked.
I met you along the way.
We went to a cafe,
talked,
ate,
laughed.
We went into business together,
got married,
had 2 children,
and bought a dog named Sparky.
I died in your arms,
knowing I was loved.