In the Forked Road called Life- A poem to Indecision

Forked road

 Courtesy of 123rf.com

In the forked road called Life
With its hedges and throes
One beckons me with experience
The other with many woes
On which will I stride

Should I have married Joan
The tall, the fair, the pointy
The hourglass would have told
Opted for loveless fecundity
A house instead of a home

Should I have quit
And stayed at home
Far-fetched these things bestride
I stayed, I trudged, I lost
The dream I didn’t grasp

What is it o road called Life
That’s never as the crow flies
Always requiring,  ne’er revealing
Except  the hedges talking awhile
But few ever listen.

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