A man at a crossroads Looking Pondering "Which way should I go?" He doesn’t know. Two paths stand before him One wide One narrow. He looks at the wide path Well used A busy path Many people pass by As they follow this track. But the narrow path Is narrow Barely trodden No one seems to take it. They favour the other. But then a man comes A kind man The look in his eyes is of love He joins the narrow path. He turns Motions at the man Who stands there thinking. "Follow me", he seems to say "Trust me, I know the way" He takes a last glance At the two pathways Then takes the narrow.Birth sign: Aquarius
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