Just Keep Going

Choices

The road is long;

I’m tired and slow.

I must continue;

I have so far to go.

I travel on,

And frequently I see

Another fork

Just up ahead of me.

I must decide.

It’s hard and I complain.

The narrow way,

It has such rough terrain.

The wider path,

Worn down, less of a chore

Is so inviting.

And there are many more

Who seem content

To take the easy way.

But I resist;

I choose the narrow way.