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The Three Roads

Poetry By: rbt00
Travel



We often follow the wrong path. We must try and not too.


Submitted:Nov 1, 2013    Reads: 39    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Three roads in front of me lay,
Each one took to their real way.
It was hard to choose; Believe me,
Darkness and ghosts haunted you see.

It was ages till I could choose,
And to do this something I had to loose.
For curiosity I couldn't hold,
And to pass this I needed to be bold.

At last, something so mushy spoke,
More of a voice that sounded broke.
"Choose me, for I am humble"
The second road said in a mumble.

"I'll take you beyond your dreams"
The third road said this, it seems.
It was hard to choose; Believe me,
I was stuck between the two, the three.

So something made me take the first,
Though this way I might die due to thirst.
I think the third I should have chose,
For the road so proud fully boast.

Should I have taken the second one?
I wouldn't have been stuck here with the bones.
For this seemed so daring, so calling,
And everyone for this would be falling.

The second seemed so humble, so true,
Like the gratifying sky filled with blue.
The right path this was,
But we found it too hard to accept.

The third would turn you greedy,
Lost in the worldly gains and pleasure.
Mocking everyone who came your way,
'It's mine, move away" you'd say.

The first dragged everyone to it,
As the wrong-doings it lit.
So everyone would not go for the truth,
The old , the child and the youth.

The second seemed so humble, so true,
Like the gratifying sky filled with blue.
The right path this was,
But we found it too hard to accept.





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