My daughter walked down a path
And came to a fork.
There an old man stood
Next to a dead tree and he said,
"If you go left you will be born into this world,
It will be difficult, you were not planned
And I myself will have to support you.
However, if you go right
You will surely not live,
And it would be easier for us,
But we would cry for you dearly
And mourn for your spirit."
There the old man stood silent
Waiting for my daughter's response.
"I wish to live" she said.
The old man looked at her
With compassion and despair.
"My dear, I'm afraid you don't have a choice."
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
My daughter walked down a path
And came to a fork.
There an old man stood
Next to a dead tree and he said,
"If you go left you will be born into this world,
It will be difficult, you were not planned
And I myself will have to support you.
However, if you go right
You will surely not live,
And it would be easier for us,
But we would cry for you dearly
And mourn for your spirit."
There the old man stood silent
Waiting for my daughter's response.
"I wish to live" she said.
The old man looked at her
With compassion and despair.
"My dear, I'm afraid you don't have a choice."