A poem I wrote. |
Walking along the path towards destiny I come upon a crossroad with two signs As I come to distance, I realize I cannot read the signs Scribbled marks crafted into the wood are unclear to my youth I turn around and quickly walk back, its not my time Years later, I find my self on the journey towards destiny as a young man I reach the crossroad with two signs once again This time I'm wearing the glasses of maturity The letters are crisp and clear, still I can't read It is written in some foreign tongue unknown to me Slowly, I turn around, walk back down the path, I'm not ready yet Decades later, as an old man I walk feebly down the path The path that I have traveled many times This time is different This time I am wearing the mask of wisdom As I approach the sign I find I can read and understand One sign reads: happiness Other sign reads: wealth The paths are divided by thick forests of poison ivy and oak Path of happiness is filled with fine fruit and silver paved paths Path of wealth is filled with extravagant fruits and gold paved paths My maturity and my wisdom show me the way to path of happiness They show me that path of wealth fruit's turn rotten and paths turn to wood They show me that path of happiness stays the same, stays true to me I meet with destiny, we have a conversation Other men come from path of wealth, men without wisdom or maturity These men are tired, hurt, and dieing depressed and with pain Destiny has told me I will die in peace, die with a smile on my face I see through the eyes Destiny and my soul he takes Before I leave, he tells me a message to tell all Your life is your decision and your destiny is your choice to make |