Paths, Untraveled and OtherwiseTwo paths met in the golden wood,Paths, Untraveled and Otherwise1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It was clear I could take only one that day.
Neither started with better claim, one wanting for wear but all the same,
A stranger I had never met had passed that way not moments before.
I watched him as he took a step, my distance I made sure I kept,
The dappled light between the leaves dancing upon the carpeted floor.
Pity shaded through my heart, painful sympathy on my part,
For the path that he’d passed over because it had been traveled too often before.
“Certainly,” To myself I say. “It’s tempting to travel the little-known way.
Perhaps if things happened differently I would take that same path myself.
But jaded as the words might be, things unknown are often ill suited to me.
The adventure that follows the unknown paths has never agreed with my health.”
“For on my part I’ve come to understand, that the struggles brought by strangers in strange lands,
Can be avoided completely if only one listen