The road not taken

 The road no longer taken

Johnclarestokes 

And I said to myself

This is a good dirt road

I shall long enjoy traveling

Of visiting the living

To hear stories of old

Then came the dying

Then the firing 

When all of a sudden

All she had time was to

Hug her daughter

Tell her she loved her

All I had time was to

gather my things from the van

It was a good dirt road

I shall never travel upon again.