The Road
 
A fork in the road,
And which way do I go?
One road, leads through brambles and briars,
A constant pain that will never end.
The other road, leads past a single rose vine,
A short pain that will go away.
Which way do I go?
The first road, leads down the hill,
Easy to travel, but hard to stop.
The other, a road up a mountain,
Hard to get to, but worth it all.
I choose the road leading up,
The harder path, the fewest pains.
For I know.
That this is not the last time I will be here.
This is a place,
I will meet again.