FORK

I walk on paths both sweet and sorrowful
each laden with its share of joy and tears

One, I walked through its fullest extent
enjoying what heart and misery that could be found

The Other I trod on ever so carefully
till I convened to embrace it as well

tears I received from both
rains and spoils of sorrow
love I offered as well
without chance nor hope of morrow

Yet the best I could do is to not trod on either
and leave both as it is in the arms of forever