I stare at this fork in the road with two differing paths-
One path a hundred years,
The other just one day.
The answer seems so clear from there,
But there’s so much more.
One has you in it,
The other doesn’t.
Sure, I could have a hundred years
With money and cars,
Fancy houses and tons of friends.
Dogs and private beaches,
Year long vacations in Maui,
Oh, the good life.
That life that we all strive for.
The success.
The satisfaction.
The support.
The love of others.
While the other path is dirty.
No house, just living on the street.
No clothes to wear, no food to eat.
Lying here in the freezing snow.
No hope and no where to go.
I look at these paths,
Watch as everyone takes their hundred years.
They turn to me and ask,
“Are you coming?
It’s everything we’ve ever wanted.”
I shake my head and watch as they all walk by.
Sure, I could have a hundred years-
With money and cars,
Houses and friends,
Dogs and beaches,
Long vacations.
Living the good life.
But there is just one flaw,
You’re not there.
So I walk towards my last day,
Happier than I could ever be.