Crossroads
At times a choice must be made,
Do you turn left or right?
Some roads may look an easy walk,
But truth’s not always in sight,
The easy option may just be,
That mountain track overgrown,
And the tougher walk might just turn out,
To be the path newly mown,
But at the crossroads you just can’t tell,
So traveller beware,
The choice can be a tricky one,
No wonder that Satan waits there!
Sharon Bell
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