Fork In The Road

There was a fork in the road

I didn’t know where the ways go’ed

I froze, then the choices growed

there was a knife in the path

it cut though the task

hurt, started to craft

there was a spoon in the street

it scooped up my feet

made it easy to eat

there were tools in my hands

some gentle, some fanged,

thrown by olders, they landed

and I expanded

cutlery self sanded

soldier chose to solder

mow the road and mould the sold

hoping soul would grow gold

and that all would unfold

as I was tolled, I told

please hold

these hands get cold

be bold.


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