The Road Split Two Ways
The road split two ways
The traveler stood and stewed
He was holding up traffic
Though he sought not to be rude
One sign said, 'The Easy Life'
The other, 'Eternal Rest'
He honestly didn't know
Which one would be best
He heard a voice under him
Above him, a second voice too
One voice for each road sign
Both sounded good ~ What to do...
He startled himself with a shock of a thought
His life had been hard; had it all been for naught
Right then and there he knew which road to choose
So, he laid himself down and proceded to snooze
* * * * *
My tale has been told; there's nothing more to say
I hope it has brightened a part of your day
And that you thought to yourself what you might just do
When a fork in the road one day greets you
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