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So oft’ I’ve pondered crossroads ’midst my life,

and thought, “what if”, when rapt with self-despair,

for life’s mistakes contort in times of strife,

when roads not trod arise in hindsight’s glare.

Those bypassed forks, recurring in one’s thought,

breed doubt, erasing poise and self-born trust,

for ne’er could paths not taken be re-sought,

to change one’s fate, from ill, to good and just.

My one sure port, adrift in troubled seas,

is you my love, a beacon ‘midst that gale,

for clinging fast to hope with love’s decree,

you still held faith, lost goals might yet prevail.

Tho’ tempest winds dash dreams ‘pon failure’s shore,

I’ll still cling fast to hope’s light evermore.