A Road To Choose

I went for a morning stroll I had a decision to make A road to choose I knew where I was heading French bread and rosin bun I took the high road first I went the low road home Road choice still waiting It wasn’t a serious choice to make I had paid my dues; gone to school Chosen my profession; still mine It was not the kind of roads choice Where you can see; Route 66 ahead Wooing; answer lightning you up Road choice still waiting Sun shining; brown thighs jogging by Weeds drowning in mother nature Smile met by another smile The sun warmed me The wind cooled me Road choice still waiting Egg and beacon; or: Scrambled eggs and cured meat Shrimp on toast; or: Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon Road choice still waiting The morning; before Sunday Hungry