Two paths lay before me,
Once long ago,
When Summers were long,
And I didn’t yet know
The meaning of heartache,
Or recognize pain,
And I took it for granted,
That youth would remain.
Two paths lay before me,
And each of them led
To what I could only
Imagine ahead.
Though I wanted to wander
Down both, for a bit,
Life just shook her head
And would have none of it.
For one path alone
Is given each man
And we must journey down it
The best that we can.
And whether we win,
Or whether we lose,
Largely depends on…
The path that we choose.
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