I stand, in part, on a road
Which, at times, seems endless so far,
Yet I stand at a large fork,
One side rough, the other smoothed with tar.
To which I choose will determine
The life I will continue to stay.
I glance to each seeing what might come,
On the right is obstacles every which way.
To the left, is an easy way out
Of which my body prefers to be.
But if I listen to my heart,
To the right is all I see.
They say the rough road
Leads to an eternity up above.
It starts out being long and hard,
But the outcome is endless love.
I can profit from this decision
Or I can live in sorrow and fright.
Oh! Which road shall I choose,
The tar paved left or the small, deserted right.