At a crossroads
I sit at the crossroads of my life trying to be brave.The crossroads. Sitting under the shade of a tree resting from working In the citrus orchard. I viewed the crossroads Of my future life. A lonely decision. Nineteen was the age to be brave To take the right path One path to London Back to square one. Same old dreariness Same old hostility Same old fear. To mediocrity Same family rows A city life drone. The other path To go to India Promised and planned for With my friend,...