Fork in the road

"I had set up tent

digging stakes long and deep;

squarely into the point,where fork meets the road.

Is that it?
Doth Thou answer?
Do I go...
left or right?
Same old question I ask,
day into night.
Yes, time - it does matter, 
for it does not stand still.
Flies rather quickly,
unlike climbing a hill.
Faster than light?....or maybe
possibly, it's the other way round.
Get up, and start walking,
face the road strong and tall.
Travel that road, though 
you'll stumble and fall.
Turn your face from the mirror,
forgetting old lines.
Age does bring some wisdom,
and with it some rhymes. 

by Gloria Martin

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