chad fisher

Rookie (Aug 1976 / Hattisburg Mississipi)

Many Roads - Poem by chad fisher

The golden rays, and heatened days.
Memories upon me, nothing but a dream.
This is a cursed time, and yet strangely a time to rejoice.
For there are many roads I could travel through.

Which too choose, overwhelmed, too many ways.
Ah is it but to choose, I must, I must it would seem.
But, dear friend I say, what is the right choice.
What would you tell me? Which way to go? If only I knew.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 5, 2011


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