The road that was not mine <br />I've often wondered about? <br />If I had followed that road somewhere <br />would I have felt left out? <br />There must have been something calling to me, <br />something too obscure <br />to understand at the onset <br />that the road I took was my lure. <br /> <br />I do not miss what wasn't mine <br />for in its absence I learned <br />how the road I'm on was exactly <br />the road for which I yearned. <br />There must be a defining purpose <br />that propels us to where we go. <br />At the end of our travels on this earth <br />we will look back and we'll know. <br /> <br />We will recognize all the holes <br />and sympathize with unfinished goals <br />and regrets will fall away. <br />For the adventures that come to you <br />will always have you say. <br />This was my life. I did my thing <br />and the road that was not mine <br />was for someone else to travel on. <br />But I wonder about it sometimes?<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-that-was-not-mine/
