the chosen path

Before two paths I stood

One not chosen by many
and traveed by few

And one well traveled in green
grassy woods

. . . And I marveled at this

which one I should choose!

Then as if my shoes were
planted on the less traeled
path

. . . There was no question . . .

. . . Often many from the opposite
direction
would laugh and call me
a fool
And sometimes
I would doubt myself too

. . . Would I have chosen this
path on my own?

But for the lessons learned
I dare not question!