Me a Po(not)(y)et????

Never got down to writing a poem cos......I never knew the routes(roots) to poetree......(hey that tells me that I should be punning)....

CROSS ROADS

There are times when you know that there is great promise ahead....
There are times when you realise that, but still stand staring aimlessly at the way ahead......
You look back, its blurred, so you look ahead again.......
You look around and see that there's another way ahead.......
A speckles,clean road.....
but
not leading to where you want to go......
You look ahead and know that there is great promise ahead....
You look again and see that the road is blurred.....
You look around and you spot the speckless road again.....
You take your back pack, start walking.....
Through that speckless,clean road....
You know that the journey is pointless, yet you move on
cos the other road is hazy and too uncertain to tread.....