A Road Not Travelled
A Poem About Reconsideration
How many times have I contemplated the many roads not travelled?
How many expected destinations have become unexpectedly unravelled?
Those best-laid plans that ended their run in garbage cans, forlorn
Wondering why things didn’t comply, some dreams were never born
When looking back at my life, with its mix of both joy and strife
Why do these feelings of regret still cut me deeply like a knife?
Why can’t I stop making excuses, for the abuses, I’ve brought myself?
How many times must I rush to take my worn regret book off its shelf?
Each of us has inside our hearts, both darkness, and a shining light
We often rush headlong into the wrong rather than cling to the right
But there is always a way to freedom even if we end in chains
And even in the midst of tragedy, a seedling of hope remains
And hope is the one virtue above all others that can resurrect
We can all find a way, in spite of it all, to embrace its good effect
To live from mercy, in all its elements, to embrace the humble truth
