THE CROSSROAD

I see the road that all of us must
take once,
twice,
or thrice.

The yellow road of spring
That starts to grow its wings

It forks to the left and right
and back,
then forward
or so it seems.

This way is lined with leaves of green
I know not where it is leading-

The others also tempt my feet
Red road
and white
and blue.


Which way should I go?
Please tell me what to do

They say this one leads to the avenue
Of joy
Love, hope
And beauty too

But lurking on its happy street
Is a shade of sorrow’s hue

Perhaps I will not cross any road
I’ll stay
just where
I stood

And everyone who passes by
Can watch me while I cry.