If the great Robert Frost himself, was right
and two roads really did diverge
leaving me a choice
following the one I thought was right
how would I ever know
which one I should really choose?
and so
my reflection begins…
if they were both painted in colour?
blue and green
well, green was the favorite colour of my best friend
I use the term was, because she is no longer here on earth
and blue because it’s my lucky colour
along with the number fifteen?
so if I chose the green one
would I be completely
respecting my best friend who died?
trusting a ghost that I will always love?
trusting it was lucky for her?
or respecting my very own good luck?
and if I chose the blue one
for my very own selfish reasons
and it didn\'t work out
would I always wish
I\'d chosen the green?
because green is the colour
that remind me of her face?
I can certainly tell you this
sometimes…
life\'s conundrums are surely wasted
on a poet.