There were times he just wanted to get away
Race from wherever he was to someplace new
A place where no one knew him
No way that was going to happen now
So many things had happened over the past few years
People recognized him everywhere
Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy
Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself
That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big
“Where be the trees? I cannot see them because of this forest!”
“Oy vey! I should have known you would branch down that path.”
“Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry. I’m not going to leaf you there.”
“Don’t go farther. My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion
Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows
Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat
As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path
That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop
Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.
Hot air blasted the buildings in its path into kindling
Everything yielded to the unstoppable force
And the boom followed like a youthful puppy
Too bad no one was left alive to witness the event
Forging on down the path less traveled
Rarely has such a line struck home as tonight
Outside the sleet and freezing rain coats everything
So driving right now is crazy difficult
That the plow is on the more traveled path makes me regret my decision
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Slipping out of her comfy slippers
Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.
Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path
Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth
Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!
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Building a way across the political divide takes hard work
Republicans and Democrats listening to each other
Informed compromise forged in the fires of healthy debate
Determined to leave something solid and structurally sound
Giving everyone a path into the future
Especially those being left at the side of the road
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Didn’t see that old woman coming
Even after she told me I had to do it
Still I tried to fight her prophecy
Too bad I just didn’t listen
I ended up going further down such a painful path
Now I was finally doing what I was told to do
You would think Mom would finally cut me a break
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