Roads

Roads

 

Frost did write of things untold

Making the word sound very bold

It’s not a lark the things he said

Filling our minds with things of dread

 

A path least chosen walked sparsely through

Carrying our kind to an end for few

The reader like a consumer does venture forth

Buying the lemon instead of a horse

 

The roads we travel give thought to me

For roads are not physical under the tree

A road less passed in time for its count

Lifetimes of hope now carried out

 

The road of life now one must acknowledge

Is long and laden pure

With many a constant role in the path

That makes life true

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Very good I love this one