Only One

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    Only One

    Two direction and between them I have no where to go,
    a situation brought on by nothing but my ego.
    So intoxicated with fame and riches I played my cards to the brink,
    yet in all the heat of battle My soul did not think.

    My means to make cash knows just what to do,
    but in that path I know I will cast me away from you.
    Yet if I say and have you be by my side,
    I know in my heart a dream I had so long will have died.

    Where is this reasoning that blinds me from a certain fate,
    for is it to be give to me by these two opposing forces but or given in a new slate?
    My soul searches and days turn into years still I have no clue,
    For as I ponder this great problem I am still away from you.

    My heart yearns for a past days where responsibilty would never be in my thought,
    where only the feeling of joy would seek out the life and what it has bought.

    No with emotions raw and the paths I need are so clear,
    it is in my heart that I lose my soul if I take one I fear.
    Still I know that the will I have is mine to convict me this very day,
    and in my heart of hearts this is the path I must lay.

    My work and conviction resides not in reaches but in one child,
    for in all this life I know that I can't let my ego go wild.
    I will teach him and guide his path to what he will know is right,
    for in the end my only peace is to know that he loves me with all his might.

    I know the path with be riddled with obsticals that will come into play,
    but when all said and done he will know I will walk away from the world if he will just stay.

    Free will I have it but some times the path is not given but just done,
    for in the end each road has it end but my life has only one.

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    kcwhy commented on Only One

    01-21-2009

    this poem really explains how interact with strangers.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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