PATHS
Two paths diverge-
One well worn,
Trod by many feet,
The other indistinct,
To parts unknown.
Will we chose
The way well worn,
Swept along
With no control
Of where we go?
Blindly following
Those preaching hate,
Swept along
In blind faith
By leaders corrupt?
Or will we chose
The Path less trod,
Listening to the voice
Of reason and love,
Of conscience and God?
The unmarked way-
Fraught with peril
But full of adventure,
And great rewards
Of friendship and love.
History is made
Not by the lambs
That follow like sheep,
But those with hearts
To follow their dreams.
Two paths diverge-
Which will you choose?
The one well worn
And seemingly safe,
All in the crowd?
Two paths diverge-
Will you have the courage
For the path more vague,
Seeking great adventures,
Reaching amazing places?
Bob Richards
