Open Poetry #46 |
The Path of Life |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
There is a fork in every path way. As we tread life’s rocky road. One branch leads us to adventure… One to death’s dismal abode. One well lit and lined with flowers- While the other’s dark and steep. One quite often rings with laughter, While the other’s travelers weep. There’s no road map to be purchased- Nor a sign post to be read. So at each and every forking… I tend to pause and scratch my head. This poor fool’s sense of direction, Has quite often led me wrong. Too oft I’ve walked through sorrows valleys- And the way was rough and long. It seems I’ve missed the road to riches- Me, a simple country boy- Find myself down in the ditches… Where you seldom find much joy. But the path lies out before me… Ready for my itching feet- From the very jaws of victory- I can always snatch defeat. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
John, When I read your poetry, I just lean in and enjoy it. I savor the rhyme and meter and stories that you tell. I enjoy the messages and life stories. You are a wonder to me. I love your poetry. Alison |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
....From the very jaws of victory- I can always snatch defeat.... I feel your pain. Thanks for the read. Melton |
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