By Ellen Lorenzi-Prince
Copyright ©
2002
The Crossroads
Come
to the place where three roads meet
And
ghosts you’ll find, dying to eat
Your
sweet soul as you pass this way
The
tears you weep and the words you pray.
To
go on you must choose now, left or right
One
road lies in darkness, the other in night.
Yet
choose you must, or give up where you stand
You
must keep moving to cross this land.
When
you choose one road the other one dies
And
the road untaken is full of lies
Of
what never happened, of what will never be
Ghosts
unborn, ghosts never set free.
They
may haunt you still, though you chose another way
For
doubt and regret are where they play.
So
be wise, be strong, and choose with care.
Come
to the crossroads - if you dare.