Along a Life Path

Life is a series of intersecting streets and avenues We have many opportunities to turn left or right, To stop and visit vast numbers of enticing venues. We make choices along a life path of fight or flight At intersections we stop, go, or proceed with caution, We have many opportunities to turn left or right. If we make prudent choices our lives can be awesome When we are guided by sound values and principles, At intersections we stop, go, or proceed with caution. Sometimes guided and mentored by fine examples Starting with our parents, then teachers, and friends When we are guided by sound values and principles. Comes the time when we seemingly face a dead end, We have no one from which to seek sound advice Starting with our parents, then teachers, and friends. And how we followed the road will have to suffice Life is a series of intersecting streets and avenues, We have no one from which to seek sound advice To stop and visit vast numbers of enticing venues.
Written May 1, 2022
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Krutsinger Avatar
May 2, 2022 at 11:00 AM
We have to stop along the way and consult many others "Life is a series of intersecting streets and avenues, We have no one from which to seek sound advice"
Hankins Avatar
May 2, 2022 at 11:42 AM
That last line you quoted is a bit confusing. I meant that the time comes, when we reach that age, that we have few people left to consult for sound advice, but I couldn't figure out how to make it clear.
Radhakrishna Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 11:47 PM
A good example! Nice poem with good philosophical content.
Hankins Avatar
May 2, 2022 at 10:51 AM
Thanks, Krish. For me it sort of lays out what our lives are like. I think, perhaps, everyone might have their own unique concept.
Wolf Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 3:53 PM
Sounds like a plan, Milt... As for me, I faced a series of cliffs to jump off of or back down from. Guess what Mr. Dummy himself usually did. ~ Still Licking His Wounds
Hankins Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 7:14 PM
Must have been some path up that cliff, gw. More a roadmap than a plan, I should think. Hope you don't have too many scars!
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