Today we were challenged to write a poem about our own road not taken – about a choice of ours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had we made a different choice – here’s mine.
Two minutes or less? No one knows.
But in that time, I chose.
Was he tired, or was he bone?
I stood the test of time, he stood alone.
Places swapped, and in a flash,
Three lives were changed, in a cold night’s crash.
One minute more of his, to clear the frost.
A lifetime mine, to count the cost.
They carried guilt, I carried pain.
We all chose, to never be the same.