THE ROAD TAKEN

THE ROAD TAKEN

The road can feel endless.
Never-ending.
Following twists and turns.
Over mountains.
Down valleys.
On its quest.
To reach the end.
It can be hard to follow.
Using up your strength.
Taking away your breath.
But soldier on.
The end will be worth it.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?
Who was I?
A man.
A woman.
A doctor.
A soldier.
Maybe a murderer.
Does it matter?
Does it matter anymore?
We all end up the same.
Underground.
Buried.
We end up as skeletons.
But it is how we are
remembered
that matters.
Our memory lingers on.
Remembered as a
doctor,
soldier,
or murderer.
It’s your choice.