#1962-Means

I often remind myself,

For easily I forget,

That choices, with life come.

They take many forms.

Lead down different roads.

Some crossroads,

I’ll never forget.

Forks along the way,

When I didn’t know,

Right or left to turn.

How blessed and fortunate,

That angels often appeared.

Not to point the way,

But help me believe,

In the steps I would take.