The Roads to Life

The roads to life

Poverty stricken,

Or where wealth is rife

All of which been bitten.

When coming to two roads,

Are any less ridden?

No, would say the toad

Once a road is treaded,

One is unable to disclose

The betterment of the road.

The road with dread,

The road with bliss,

Anyone with a head

Could see only mist,

in the universal abyss.

So which road you take

Do not dwell on it as a mistake

For the roads of life

Are eternally ridden with strife.