The Road Taken

This was the road he took Despite the light strewn of leaf I can tell The wind has not disturbed his footsteps a lot He has left for us a trail of grief And destiny hanging between earth and hell. I too thought it was less travelled, Fooled by the overgrowth of bush; I should have factored in all that rain The eyes make sometimes without knowing why. It is mostly rock in parts, And at the beginning none can tell, But this was the road he took. There is an old cigarette box Scuffed up by the toe stumbling through dim light Someone put the last one between the teeth there Satisfied that this is the way to go. And here candy paper a couple: Perhaps a child, a young lady, or a pregnant woman There must be a child in it somewhere. Adults too make a litter though Mindless of small creatures living here Who has no taste for what we willingly lose. I smell urine here and know it is not them; Was it fright or just a natural urge? Good thing the wild mint grows nearby. The bees buzz there also: Seems honey and sting are in inseparable company. This is the road he took I follow each daunting step And feel the struggle of the will The sudden bump and jolt of pride The slippery hill Where after climbing up to heaven We come to earth again. After the silence The tumulting hossanah for praise. What other road would such a man As we thoughtful men are Ever could have taken?