Old Prose

Digging through the mountains of crap I have accumulated over the years, see yesterday's entry, I discovered an old trove of my juvenile writing. In honor of Frank Casanova's poetry I'm going to dole it out to you over the next few days.

I swear that this is an actual bit of free verse poetry I wrote over 20 years ago at the tender age of 15.

PROGRESS

I came to a fork in the road.

Not knowing which way to go, I asked an old hermit who lived in a nearby ditch.

He replied: "Makes no difference, they lead to the same place. Your problem is you started on the wrong road to begin with."

He then returned to his ditch and screamed out "I did the same once."

I walked up the left path, not the right.

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Currently I'm listening to Silver And Gold from the album "Rattle And Hum" by U2