Ways Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Roads

There were clearly more roads
That he could travel.
There were hundreds
Than a thousand more.

All roads did not have a meaning.
These roads did not know there own ends.
His road was particularly difficult
And it over whelmed his life.

One road was rocky, the other one smooth.
The other road was hilly, another one was straight.
One road met another road
And became one road.

There were clearly more roads
That he could travel.
And he travelled so many of them.
He loved his life.