Crossroad
By Joseph Aaron Friedman, published Feb 17, 2008
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He was walking past the graveyard when his tooth broke,
so he spit out those shattered fragments of his life.
And when he stepped inside it felt as if his soul spoke,
the words it spewed cut through him, like a knife.
It said "boy, this will be your final destination,
so take a look, because it's closer than you think.
The life you lived, you led with such elation,
for a woman, or a drug, or for a drink,
has taken on a drastic change in it's direction
It seems to be directing for the worse,
and your acquaintances won't sense your misconceptions,
while they're laughing as you pass them in a hearse.
And your widow and your orphan and your parents
won't be crying, they'll be sighing with relief,
because in that life you lived and deemed to be coherent,
they looked on in shame and disbelief.
You professed profound inebriated journeys.
You're beguiled, you're bewildered, you be damned.
But you'll be smiling as they're rolling out the gurney,
because the pieces finally fit as you had planned.
You'll be rotting decomposing and decaying,
in your death, just as you did it in your life.
And when you get to hell there won't be any praying
because you're the only one to sense your self wrought strife."
So he closed his eyes, and held his ears denying,
thinking this can't happen, as it kicks him in the ass.
He's shaking and he's sweating and he's crying,
going nowhere, and he's getting nowhere fast.
So he'll close his eyes in quiet desperation,
he's despondent, he's defunct, and he's depressed,
and sit and try to find an explanation,
on a headstone, as he's dwelling on his past.
Then just by chance, he'll spy the name that's on the marker,
and it's his and leaves him sitting there in shock.
He can see now that his future's getting darker,
and he's stuck between a hard place and this rock.
That's when he'd realized he's come upon a crossroad,
which says it's finally time to get his ass in gear.
One turn here's the cutoff for the lost souls,
and the other...well his option's pretty clear.
So his brain, it finally starts engaging.
He saw it spark, he smelled it's smoke, he heard it think,
And it told him that this tragedy he's staging,
had better see a dentist...or a shrink.
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