Time is a fork in the road
At the fork I stand facing down the left path
Also standing at this point in time
The boy I could have been, the son of mine
I travel the rugged terrain to the left
The road is wrought with obsticles
A pit midway through takes a year from me
A woman near the end takes fifteen more
At the end of this path I look back and see
Starting the path to the right
The One who looks like me
But his way is paved, an easier journey
If only I had been as wise as him
But then I would not have my greatest treasure
The smaller version of me
I would not change it a bit
The road I took provided my pleasure
Author notes
Semper Fi, son. Fallow that road to the end.
A contest entry
- The Road Not Taken...PIF by SerenityNChains.
525 points, ended March 20, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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sorry, in the mood to stop over and read some of your old poetry. hope all is well with you. btw, this is actually a three star poem, just took a second reading to hear it fully.
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a complete admitance of honesty written in a very sentimental way. interresting views.
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This is a wonderful write. You show how regret on many aspects of your life made the first road seem a bad choice, yet in the end it gave you your most cherished treasure, your son. The path you took to get to this write is also a good one...introspection. Bravo poet on a fantastic entry, and best of luck!
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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