Cross Roads
As I was walking one day, I came to some Cross Roads.
Standing there I asked myself - why were these roads
here? I looked to the East, I looked to the West. I was
coming from the South. The North was up ahead.
I was standing there trying to decide which road to take.
This had to be The Roads of Life. That was a fact. I
wouldn't go back. I knew what I had left behind. I had
to go forward where a new life I would find.
As I continued on the road I chose, it seemed smooth. I
said to myself - I made the right choice, not knowing
what was in store in the other roads. Then my road
started getting a little rough and the little hills were
making it hard to clime.
The Cross Roads of life at one point meet. Than we come
face to face with a difficult choice to make. It doesn't
matter which road we take - we will always wonder about
the other roads we didn't take.
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
08/07/2012
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