A brief poem about choosing a path
Two paths diverged in Queens, and I?
I chose to follow selfish pride.
Two paths that each led out of Queens
to ends that justify my means.
Of kindness, conscience, I’ve no trace,
Amoral lack of saving grace.
I'm led by whims, I never doubt,
my 'path' is yours to puzzle out.
When vows and laws alike I break,
What difference does it really make?
Terrence G. Fisher © 2018