Cross Roads

I came across a trail were two paths could be seen,

As I could not travel both I had to chose between,

The raod had all been clear there were no sticks or stones,

I knew I must make a choice and make the choice alone,

No one to help me no one to share my load,

So quickly making up my mind I chose the closest road,

I knew I had made a lucky choice the road had all been clear,

There were no tears, not raps to cause me fear,

But sometimes when the night is dark and I still lie awake,

I can't help but to think of the road I didn't take.

 @ 1996 Sherrita Angel Longstreath