Life’s roads

Roads always go somewhere,
Like a many branched tree
Leading to tributaries of life,
Until there is only a trickle.

Faced with dark rolling clouds,
Or rays of a sun tinted sky,
Roads point in all directions,
Exist in every imaginable climate.

No matter which choice is made,
The journey of a short stroll,
A trip of a thousand days, always,
Choices lead us back to our beginning.

The value of the moment is decision,
Courage the teacher of the effort,
Living and learning from the choice,
Is the path to find our true self.

©2012, Donald Harbour

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5 thoughts on “Life’s roads

  1. And what can we do but learn from our choices? And the thing about life is that sometimes, it isn’t evident what the right choice is. Sometimes it’s through making the choice that we learn the lesson itself — and how we go through the process of elimination to determine which path we will take.

    Excellent poem and prompt, Donald.

    -Nicole

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