A Perfect Choice
In the long journey of life
I have reached
The confusing point
Where the road bifurcates into two.
One, seemingly fascinating, is a pretty path,
With unnatural lights
And smooth shining surface bright;
A number of travelers are there,
Rejoicing their sham songs,
Having no comprehension of
Where the road leads
And what the end point will be.
The other, in option I have,
Is by few feet used;
In mirth they proceed
On their familiar path
Of the grassy ground glimmering
With the shiny moon’s white illumination;
A soothing light warm wind,
Sprinkling several sweet smelling juices,
Lessens the anguish of exhausted bodies.
My inner voice,
From the depth of my heart,
Exhorts me to start
On the second path
That to my destination goes.
Fork in the Road --Michael Tolleson