The Path Un-Chosen
When squinting at departed days,
Reviewing life’s crucial choices
An insatiable curiosity stirs inside,
O’er the destination of different paths,
And where, I’d perhaps, have been guided.
Is this questioning life’s portion?
Where would I reside today; or would I?
And to whom would I be married?
Would progeny exist?
Would radical change have been my lot?
And days cut short?
Or, in time’s throes, be frozen?
All queries void of answers,
Without my taking this alternate path,
Left by myself un-chosen;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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