At The Forked Road Poem by Walter Dapliyan

Our roads diverged not so long ago.
I recall that time I first laid eyes on you;
The promise of a better company,
To walk on this travel in one same way.

Hmm... The road was paved and smooth.
It was wide and straight and bright.
Seems like no obstacles in sight.
Such is this journey at first thought.

Then we encountered the first bend.
It's like a wound we have to mend.
More bends we steered along the way,
Still, we mend the wounds frantically.

Then the road turned bumpy and rough;
A time we almost said “Enough! '.
Still, we moved on, dismissing our frowns,
And walked this road's ups and downs.

Now, we are at a forked road,
Of this life's travel, we need to pause;
Must I go left? Must you go right?
Must we hold hands and forge ahead?

Yes… We are now at this forked road,
And a choice we have to make – like this:
A choice made with a free will is
A choice with no regrets in the end.