I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence
My path abruptly split in two, a test of my good sense

Down left I spy two little girls with dirty hands and faces
Sweetness, tedium, silly days, and frequent indignation
The other, Oh how grand it seemed, to be my own creation
An image, name, prestigous air, my due you know

How many times these roads diverge, nobility versus other
While questioning which one to choose, our passions vie for our demise
Beyond demise, these truths discover
more worthy, this one or the other
Oh woe to think of missing out

Despite life's pain or gracious favor
don't be fooled by foolish eyes
Direction lies not with distraction
Essence, Wisdom
Recognize
Each moment chosen, lessons savor,
lest called upon, once more
reprise