this life amounts to little
little moments of import,
that may seem of no consequence
at the time that one cavorts
but what it does amount to
comes down to merely this
there are two roads to take at times
one will bring pain & untold sorrow
not just to you but all those on this road…
and once you begin to walk down
there is no turning back…
youthful innocence
in it’s willful all-knowingness
makes this error
and finds out too late
that road and all on it, lead to untold terrors
and this road, if taken
& left lonely to walk upon
one will be left with nothing but
ill fate
the other road
is love
it is easy to see
there are people that love you there
and one of them’s me
so if you’ve been thinking those dark -desperate thoughts
open your eyes to where you’re going
before it’s too late
and take my hand
in
love
in loving memory
of
lr
rb
mw
rt
ta
lb
bh
hm
ab
who didn’t reach out in time
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