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

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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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Shaw Avatar
July 7, 2020 at 11:36 PM
A brilliant tale of this man's interpretation of just what "eternal rest" meant, had me laughing all the way through the darn traffic jam he created . . . : )
Wolf Avatar
July 8, 2020 at 7:13 PM
Thank you so much for the encouragement, Indiana! Appreciated. :) Gershon
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 2, 2020 at 6:07 PM
Hello Gershon Wolf, which road would I chose? I would have to be at the cross a road in order to make that choice. Enjoy your evening my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 3, 2020 at 1:47 PM
Hello Gershon Wolf, This poem makes a person think as to what to do. Thank you. Enjoy your day my friend.
Wolf Avatar
July 2, 2020 at 6:34 PM
Thanks for going back a month to dig this one out, Darlene. May all your decisions 'road-worthy.' ~ Gershon
Krutsinger Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 11:18 AM
There are many who think they had a choice on the operating table, this poem made me think of them and how difficult the choice would be - to finally relax or return to their flesh body.
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 4:04 PM
Wow. Hope I never face that choice... Interesting you thought of that, Caren. :) gw
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June 9, 2020 at 4:58 PM
I also get tired when I have to make too many decisions so I can relate. Sometimes a nap is the best way to go...excellent pen, Gershon! Blessings, Rhonda xx
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 12:47 PM
Naps are, indeed, vastly underrated! Thanks, Rhonda! :) gw
Cheney Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 10:07 AM
Ah! Choices, decisions must be made. Pray for wisdom. Thanks for pointing out the choices in a thoughtful and interesting write.
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 12:45 PM
Thank YOU for your kind words, Kenneth. Appreciate your support. Best wishes, Gershon
Brul Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 7:12 AM
well-composed poem. Beautiful! To my faves..
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 12:42 PM
Thank you so much for the FAVE, JCB. Always a privilege for me. Warm wishes, Gershon
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June 9, 2020 at 6:06 AM
I enjoyed this poem. It's a fave for me me. Love and blessings sent your way, dear friend... Gina
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 11:58 AM
Gosh, thanks for the FAVE, Gina! Always appreciated. Blessings, Gershon
Mcguire Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 12:46 AM
Great pome Gershon, well written, Great rhyme and rhythm.
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 11:55 AM
Thanks for your encouraging words, Timothy. Cheers, Gershon
Somadas Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 12:45 AM
Wow.. A fave for me.. Great write Gershon..a fork in the road greeted me several times.. And the two voices started to ring.. But what I selected is the right way to me, because there is no right/wrong way to choose..
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2020 at 11:55 AM
You sound like you can turn lemon into lemonades and lose-lose into win-win. So, while we're on the subject, can you turn water to... Ha, ha. I got carried away there... :) gw
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