A Fork in the Road
she read my cards once
when i was a tall willowy blond of 20
and told me that two roads were open to me
one based on my looks
and one not
and that each held its consequences
happiness was to be found
only on one of these.
choices are good.
i only look back sometimes
to recall that fork in my path.
i took the one less trod upon
i'll leave you to guess which.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
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