Along the road of life I wander,
Free to laugh and free to ponder,
But now I've hit a fork in the road,
I stop and dropp my heavy load,
Down one street it's strait and narrow,
Like the shaft of a perfect arrow,
The other I see will fork somemore,
And make life less of a bore.
The first street looks to easy,
And doesn't seem like it would please me,
So I chose the road that divides,
Because it will make me old and wise.
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