| NEW POEMS - 11/07/01 |
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| A sparrow chirps in a tree Squirrels scampering about All the world is perfection Even for one moment in time I think I'll take this moment To reflect upon my life To decide where to go As I have many paths ahead Many at this place to choose from And which to take, I'll pick One road leads to certain death But, it seems to be the easiest A paved road, no obstructions It looks dark, yet inviting Another leads to much discomfort Just a bit more difficult, though Though, not paved, still looks easy With trees along the side, waving Here is one to great wealth Perhaps, just a little bit harder And, looks to me to be well-traveled As, I imagine it is sought after so Still another to contentment But, it is quite a rocky path Some sunlight shines in patches And lush greenery along the way This one, though, looks untravelled Overgrown, almost impassible That one leads toward happiness Why is this path least taken? 'Who would not want to be happy?', I wonder Though the path is so rough The outcome must be wonderful Does it seem impossible, maybe? Or just not very likely? That one would come through alive There are scars to be had Sharp thorns to pierce the heart And falling stones to break it Trees that have fallen over the road That cause one to trip and fall Only to get back up again To continue on, struggling Always with the end in mind Determination and willpower to succeed In that which few achieve True and total happiness So, I turn around slowly Debating on each path Where do I want to be, really? And how must I decide? There is no real difference In time or distance for each Only one question that really matters Is how do I want to die? |
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