by ST
I did not choose the easy road, Though I saw it from my own, But what I wanted-- A full and happy life-- The easy road could not but loan. I sometimes chose the heavier load, And often felt I bore it alone, But what I needed-- Charactered strength-- The heavier load gave me to own. I did not choose the easy road . . . That road wouldn't satisfy me; I sometimes chose the heavier load . . . And willingly(?) waded through misery. But to me, the easy was much too hard; The simple was far more complex: The less heavy burden yet heavier still Than the one I chose to heft. And in the end, though my life well shows All the stumbles and struggles and falls, I cannot say that if I walked it again I would change my choices at all.
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