The road I passed all thorn
My determined clothe is torn
And fatigue turning on.
I must move on
Just as the time ticks on
With purpose as loud as horn.
Thorny road divides itself at its end
Before my weary eyes
All the roads are good
Tempting my weak borns and sinew.
I stood while the time passes by
For first time, I care not
Better unmoved than move amiss
I listen to the voice within
My purpose ever as loud as the horn
Still the roads before me appear all good
But I know one of all is best for my purpose
The one I yet could not tell
Because of time
I take one road
And while on it
I hope and pray it is the right road.
We're often faced with what options to choose and the end results are uncertains. Life is all about taking risks. You did justice to portraying our fears and optimism. Good piece!
Reminds me of 'The Road not Taken' by Robert Frost (one of my favorite poems) . Whatever road we choose to take could have lasting consequences. On the other hand, as Alice (in Wonderland) was told, if you don't know where you're going, it doesn't matter what road you take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed We hope and pray it is the right road. Well done