Life has two paths
One is straight,
the other crooked.
We are humans
of conscience,
cloth with wisdom.
To walk the easy way
is quite treacherous,
may end frustrated.
The narrow way is hard
but there maybe light,
after the dark fades.
It is my heart
with innate instinct,
to lead me through...
in any path I choose to tread;
with faith!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Them paths have twists and turns