If journeys did not have crossroads,
They would have no starting point,
Or natural ending.
When I read the works of other here,
Dumb struck that I ever dare,
To offer up words and ask for your
Love and affection.
But then reminded,
Each one, each poem a crossroads,
Sends me on a new direction,
And I must leave some crumbs of me
If, my unseen home, I shall ever see,
Or ever return to, when I am voyager
No longer.
After reading the poetry of yours here for over an hour plus,
Was overcome at my own simpleminded prose by compare,
And this fell out of me one two three.
I mark my crossroads with poem crumbs.
You see! I am simple and my words even simpler