Lots of foolish things that happen
Are the products of gameful life.
And a young soul goes when faces them
To the crossroad in so bright light.
Wide and narrow short and long ones
Roads go off this lightful place.
And the greatest choice that man makes
Is which to choose and make large pace.
Wide and long comes on,
Narrow short strides back,
Equal roads to sides from
Never will you get.
Strive to go the way that lies ‘tween
Road on and road aside.
It is hard but in the end
Leads to small amazing yard.
Bright this yard there stands,
Full of pleasures and
It attracts you to
Linger there but you’d go through.
Yards are brighter, all is fairer
As you go from cross to cross.
Final one does not have a way
But the way, you come at last.
The crossroad
© Copyright: Igoron, 2002
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