The Choice

 
The straight road stopped,
Two spread forth,
I thought the South,
But took the North.
I traveled on
Through the years,
I had my joys,
I cried my tears.
I wonder now,
Mind and mouth,
Was it right
To leave the South?
I’ll never know!
Life is such,
You choose but one
And ponder much.
 
W.C.Hull © 2000-4-3-149 (B)