The Route

Poem By Keegan Coutriers

In the days of my adolescence,
Often had I thought about the years that follow,
For those days were filled with hopes and dreams,
And as I stand here, hardly passed the bloom of youth,
Times passing has certainly misled those dreams,
I’ve come to live in a life I did not foretell,
A life not carefully planned could cause regret,
Regrets for not taking roads that could have altered today’s course,
I sit at my desk and wonder what lies ahead,
Could I plan meticulously my future still?
Indeed it can be done,
Let me get up, for today I start.

Comments about The Route

Actions speak louder than dreams
a good start..this is beautiful..grace


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