Before me were a million footsteps
Imprinted in sand by the travelers steps
I paused and thought of the pilgrim’s plight
Of those who couldn’t move at full flight
Up ahead was a dual path of great distinct
Where everyone must fall to their instinct
One was of numerous sham brightness
And the other was of sheer light presence
Three ways part that troubles travelers
One from which many has taken
Another is where few had taken
The last is where I stood not shaken
Many years when I lay in my grave fallen
And I’ve left behind success like kaolin
I’ll remember I took the path least trodden
A part which others thought was sullen
Source: PoemHunter Poetry Series, 2013.