What I Could Choose
Two different path
Diverged in my life,
One is filled with flowers,
And other is Thorns.
I stood there confused
What I could choose?
Flowers or thorns
Yet the results are hidden.
I could ramble
In the flowery path
Meadows may turn to mat
When I am weary.
Thorny path may wound me
I could never rest
If I am weary
Yet the results are hidden.
My mind is weary
To choose the right path
What I could choose?
Yet the result are hidden.
Choices of my life,
May twist if I am wrong,
I stood there confused
With no guts to choose.
Flowers may dry and wither
Thorns may scare me to death
Still my goals are far
What I could choose?
Yet the results are hidden.
Striving hard with effort
Or comfort for life ,
One must be chosen,
Yet the results are hidden.
Flowers and thorns
Are the parts life
Yet hard to choose,
What will I loose?
08 July 2020
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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