And we see a fork in the road,
Our names on separate signs.
Maybe down this broken path
Happiness we shall find.
Take this burden off me,
It weighs down on my tired soul.
Sleepless nights have plagued me,
Carry me for I am weary.
The road is long and paths uneven,
My feet are calloused and torn.
These people tell me to carry on,
But oh my friend, how long?
Of all these paths surely one must lead to home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this one too. Reminds me of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken”.