Monday, May 11, 2009

Dead End

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.

2 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

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.

gautami tripathy said...

Sometimes dead ends do show us paths!

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