The Road
The road once traveled was paved with gold,
Tree-lined, green grasses, and wildflowers unfold.
Forks appear, curious and tempting,
Calling softly for the soul to travel.
Now lost and bewildered this path to unravel.
Bare feet now tread this rocky road,
No wildflowers, no grasses, no trees standing bold.
Chances and choices, I am now to suffer,
No flowers, nor trees, no shade to buffer.
Barefoot on this rocky road,
I have made mistakes so I am told.
Turn back, be brave and bold,
And hope once more for shades of green and gold,
Sprinkled with many colors for me to behold.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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