Come Do It My Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come do it my way
The roads will turn
There's a moment’s play
Inside to learn
Give every touch to go
Onward to your dream
There'll be ripples flow
In the coming stream

Learn what you make
Some things are its worth
Opinions are at stake
And also some dearth
Rise to the expectations
Nobody else can but you
Every quarter temptations
That comes here through

Come do it both ways
So much at this time
To find out
Nothing forever stays
Here there
Or somewhere about
Give what you know of you
Not though in completeness
For then you will you renew
So you will become much less

*E.E. Cummings once wrote:

there are 6 doors.
Next door(but
four)