A dead end is always twice traveled,
once going in, prospecting,
and then looking back, the long way
back over covered ground.
A dead end is a worn path
to nowhere, a riverbank,
the face of a cliff, Karen.
There's no benefit to waiting around,
nothing will change, it's a dead end.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

2 comments:
Good Morning Word Anger~ And yet, we still travel those dead ends knowing it will serve us nothing. Your poem has great wisdom within. Have a nice day.
Sometimes dead ends do show us paths!
cat story
Post a Comment