My Past

My Past short poem

Photo by Mike Kniec

I took the road less traveled by ,
And I sank down instead of rising high .

The decision I took in the past was a mistake ,
But now it’s too late for a retake .

That was my worst decision ,
Because of that I am living in an unsuccessful season .

I left the right path for some other day ,
Not realizing that it was my happiness which was flowing away .

But I will keep up the hope ,
That surely one day I will climb up success with a rope .

A rope made up of hard work and support ! ! ! !

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Darren Scanlon

Nicely done, Drusshti.

Kavita Jain

very nice Drusshti too mature for a boy your age ,Road less travelled usually not end up giving success but a new and fresh outlook toward life may be this world has gained a lot from the people who chose a road less travelled nice keep it up


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