This is a poem which i wrote in happier times.... amatuer i am.
Roads Lead to many places,
Homes where One's heart should be,
Work stations where One may be slaving at,
Shopping centres where one's needs may be fulfilled,
Places of learn where one's mind may be attuned,
Places of worship where one's faith is renewed.....
Paved with stone and tar,
made by trackers and hikers,
Made around hills and slopes.
We come to forks at times,
And a wrong decision may lead us on a yet longer rhyme,
if life is like a road and everyone is a traveller,
i wish to journey on this road with you, my friend, (cos i love you.)
Matters little that the road is smooth or hard.
With you, I have courage.