A very interesting prompt from Karen this week all to do with coming to a crossroads or a fork and which way do you go.
My major decision to get a ticket was whether to go for some serious poetry or the cheap laugh...
The forking road
(after Robert Frost)*
Upon this road, I now have an emergency –
the paths divide, one left, the other, right.
A decision must be come to with some urgency
or else I might be here all forking night.
My spirits now are not in the ascendancy.
My feet are tired and heavy is my load.
It seems as though I always have a tendency
to miss the signposts on this forking road.
Evidently I’ve a strange deficiency
that means that I have no sense of direction.
It might well test my powers of self-sufficiency
if I should make the wrong forking selection.
The haste to choose, alas, smacks of indecency
but I’ve one forking rule when plagued by doubt.
Choose the road that’s travelled with more frequency –
the road less travelled often peters out.
* (I’ve always wanted to put ‘after’ after a title – it implies I’ve actually read somebody else’s poem.)