05-14-2013, 11:27 AM
This poem is for a small scholarship that I am trying to win. Have at it. 
Despite Taking the Road Less Traveled
You strive to be the Number One,
Yet always end up last.
Glean behind the reapers, son,
And work for me till work is done
And first learn from the past.
We take this past for naught;
We don't learn from it's mistakes.
We strive to be their only thought,
Yet give up because we find we've wrought
A new path, but don't have what it takes.
Yes the past is secure,
And the future only blank
But we place hope in the unsure
And end up having to endure
The effects of our own witless prank.
Despite following the road less traveled
It quickly came to me:
That following a path not fully unraveled
Is still following,
And it's all the same to me.

Despite Taking the Road Less Traveled
You strive to be the Number One,
Yet always end up last.
Glean behind the reapers, son,
And work for me till work is done
And first learn from the past.
We take this past for naught;
We don't learn from it's mistakes.
We strive to be their only thought,
Yet give up because we find we've wrought
A new path, but don't have what it takes.
Yes the past is secure,
And the future only blank
But we place hope in the unsure
And end up having to endure
The effects of our own witless prank.
Despite following the road less traveled
It quickly came to me:
That following a path not fully unraveled
Is still following,
And it's all the same to me.