A PATH DOES THE FUTURE MAKE

A path does a future make.

Each person makes the choice.

A choice of which path to take,

Based upon their personal sake.

Pick a path, walk it right,

Stand tall and decide well.

Make your future bright,

And on vice do not dwell.

I chose the teacher/wife/daughter path

And along came a little girl,

After seven years, do the math,

Then arrived my priceless pearl.

A precious child for me to love.

A daughter who returns love to me.

She’s my bright star from above.

A star shaped like my heart’s key.

Two paths I saw, one dark, one bright

Which to follow, the light or dark?

Pulled to darkness, I sprinted to light.

Rejecting darkness to make my bright mark.

Two paths had appeared before my eye.

What should I do? said I.

No pause, no delay, no confused sigh.

I chose, never needing a regretful cry.

NOTE: I wrote this with Robert Frost’s

poem, The Road Not Taken, in mind.