The Right Path
Since I a lad I've chased a thought,
what might have been, this thought I've sought.
Much like Frost's road not taken,
this endeavor soon left forsaken.
As time goes on the older I get,
the things not done I can't forget.
To bring up the past that doesn't exist,
it makes no sense, I must resist.
Yet still my mind will wander freely,
into the hidden realm of possibility.
If things had been different for me,
just where today might I be.
If I had been born to wealth and not to a simple preacher.
If I had had higher education or perhaps a better teacher.
Would things have changed all that much,
to alter circumstances with just a touch.
When I look at my wife and children's faces,
I could not leave them to trade places.
So content I will walk into my future and relish my past.
I think Frost was right, I'm on the right path.
10/4/19
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