In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
Many of the roads we travel down
a harbinger of fate waits for us there
to change our destiny
from the one we have chosen.
They stand a hitchhiker
along the lonely miles
waiting for us to stop
to give them a lift.
Stopping will be our fate decided
before our destination met.
So many roads and decisions to make; it's all about free will I suppose. (smile)
I like the idea in this one David, and those last two lines are a good finale-nice work!
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I would like to translate this poem
Life can pivot on a sixpence. You never know what's around the next corner. If we did, would we really want the knowledge. Splendid poem Best Steve 10