The PathsA Poem by Bandit WordsingA poem of choices.The Paths I’m stumbling down a road A road
which ends in only death I come to a
fork and sit to ponder Shall I go
down a path to money and greed? Or do I
follow the way to love and family? After
pondering for years Trying to
walk in the middle of the two ways A new path
appears I gladly
take it But this
path is short As I near
the end, I wonder what path this is The path
ends and I fall I realize
what path this is The path of
those who cannot choose I wish to
go back But cannot For there
is no going back in life © 2012 Bandit Wordsing |
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Added on March 16, 2012 Last Updated on April 1, 2012 Author
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