Pathways Of Life

i walk the
straight path and no
one noticed me,

the straight path
is the most ordinary one
you can have here

at first it was boring
when no one
notices you

so i tried the twisted
path
the one that is crooked
from bottom to
top

the old women scolded
me and the old men said
i am a
big disappointment

the men and women of my
generation
still did not mind

they are busy
taking their own paths
and these are the
paths
which are neither crooked
nor straight

sometimes we look at each
other
and we nod
without saying a word
we feel
that we perfectly understand
each other
all along

there are paths you know
which are neither wrong
nor right

they simply have to
be trodden

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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