The Path Undecided - Poem by David Wood
Walking through a wood one day
I came across two paths leading around a lake
I pondered which one to take; looking at
Them both they looked almost identical,
After all they may both circumnavigate the lake.
But looking closer I could see one path was
Overgrown with weeds and wild flowers
And the other had potholes.
Undecided I let Clara off her lead to see which one
She preferred. She sniffed the air and looked
Trusting at me to decide. If I took the path with the
Potholes I thought I could walk around them.
If I took the path covered with weeds and wild flowers
There might be snakes in the grass: The decision was
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