Sunday, March 4, 2012

I'll know when...

So many roads i've not taken
so many bitter greens i've avoided
though restless  
and hungry
 i stayed on the road
that took me home
every night
to a fire burning steady 
a full refrigerator.
Boots and wallet, though, i've always kept by the door
for the day
would come
and i'd take that other road i'd mapped for such occasion. 
   


6 comments:

  1. wait! I'm thinking of going with

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  2. And there's this to consider: Bitter greens aren't very good, but if they're cooked right they can be tasty, and best of all, they're good for you!

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  3. We all walk a path that we feel safe on not knowing if we should take another path. I know at the age of 44, I look back and wish I did it differently after High School. I know I can't change the past but only to see I can still walk this path now.

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  4. Love it! I've "stayed on the road," too, but I could never have expressed it so well.

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  5. I love the way you can put your thoughts into poetry.

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  6. How this poem touches me! I have stayed on my road faithfully, never quite daring enough to map any other.

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