Turning Point

Which way to turn

with a heavy load?

The straight and narrow?

Or the winding road?

The trail less travelled,

I do prefer,

but busy streets

cause my heart to stir.

She wants to settle

and make a nest.

A dog and a baby

upon my chest.

So it’s love for life

in committed passion,

or leave today

in a timely fashion.

Adventure calls

with its twists and turns.

A transience for which

my heart once yearned

There’s one way to go.

My mind is clear.

The home and the hearth

bear me no fear.

The joy they will bring

when their gifts are bestowed

on the straight and narrow,

not the winding road.