ON THE HARD ROAD
When faced with a choice of paths,
I always choose the wrong one.
Why are my travels so difficult?
I'm only looking for fun.
Some see footprints in the sand,
When upon life's paths they look.
It seems I was always stuck in the mud,
When I look at the paths I took.
I opened my mouth for a silver spoon,
But my muddy foot was inserted.
I couldn't imagine from where it came.
"Who put that there?!" I blurted.
I'm in the school of hard knocks;
And here I am destined to stay.
Why do anything the easy way,
When it can be done the hard way.
Becky L. Wall
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