Separate Ways

About a guy that coulda played pro ball, had it all, but made a series of bad decisions about things, so the story..Now he's haunted by the thought, always there. Everyone can relate to something close I'm sure..

 

Separate Ways

 As I sit in spite I wonder, all I could or might have been,

 Instead the road I took I should have taken the bridge the wind-swept road laid under.

What might have been I often ponder reflects the ventured course forsaken,

The bridge the rolling sea where under

lays the broken road I should have taken.

                                                                        

                                                                                       ~t.m.k \m/

 

 

 

                                                

The End

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