What if I treated every moment
as a crossroad to another’s life?
Do I really know the pots of gold
I’ve missed
when I’ve kept walking straight ahead?
What if, by turning left instead
I found my home,
were everything’s the same
except who’s there?
What if you and me, were me
with someone else?
A Knight At the Crossroads by Viktor Vasnetsov
A 55 for Kerry
October 14, 2018
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So many What Ifs could make our head spin.
Good food for thought!
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The final question is most telling. I think you have taken the image of the crossroad to something quite personal, yet in a way we can relate too.
Sorry to get to this so late in the week.