I walk along a narrow road
‘Twixt equal gardens green
Each holding fruits that once I sowed
When my path was more clean
And there ahead the road does end
And somehow I must choose
In which garden I’ll so long wend
And which garden I’ll lose
I walk along a narrow road
‘Twixt equal gardens green
Each holding fruits that once I sowed
When my path was more clean
And there ahead the road does end
And somehow I must choose
In which garden I’ll so long wend
And which garden I’ll lose
A Poem A Day 
Sounds wistful. Sad?
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