I’ve heard we have two choices,
On which road, we wish to live;
My mind competes with voices,
Whether to hoard, or to forgive.
To follow the one most natural,
They say the spirit will flow,
It seems to feel quite casual,
The heart beats with aglow.
Then there is the other road,
The one, most traveled down,
It seems to carry a heavy load,
Lost, with no direction bound.
Must have been a fork in the road
Surely passed it along the way,
Anxious, to except what’s bestowed,
Before I’m led farther astray.
A tough row to hoe, finding home,
Wandering deep within the mind,
Life’s journey, only traveled alone,
Throughout time; for humankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really fantastic poem, really liked it. A great write.