By kevin urenda
Date: 13 April 1999

to choose a path

Again I come to a crossroads
where I must choose a path
A fork in the road to follow love
and suffer from its wrath
Along this path lies friendship
to fill my aching heart
And soothe my soul in giving
each dark and hidden part
In my heart are many places
containing seeds for those
with whom I have been fortunate
to share this path I chose
The seeds which must be planted
in their own fertile soil
Are small pieces of my own heart
receiving all my toil
The love that I have planted
I may not ever see
In humble supplication I still 
seek those who might love me

3/14/99