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Decided Double-Sided
As I go to start, I pause,
And ponder of the end.
My reaching hand most suddenly,
Retracts from its extend.
The table tennis in my head,
Finds a merit, then a flaw.
While others wait impatiently,
Within the corridor.
One step forward, then one back,
Not proper to behave,
Of making choices where;
Our will becomes our slave.
But playing out a life ahead,
Who knows just what to do?
Hard decisions made by us,
Draw roads ahead to places new.
And ponder of the end.
My reaching hand most suddenly,
Retracts from its extend.
The table tennis in my head,
Finds a merit, then a flaw.
While others wait impatiently,
Within the corridor.
One step forward, then one back,
Not proper to behave,
Of making choices where;
Our will becomes our slave.
But playing out a life ahead,
Who knows just what to do?
Hard decisions made by us,
Draw roads ahead to places new.
Published 3rd Apr 2018
Author's Note
Life is a series of doors to walk through, who knows where they will lead us, but we must move forwards.
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2nd May 2018 5:31am
Nice short poem. But if I may say. I was so confused at the beginning while reading this. Was he shy towards a girl. Or was he going to shake a hand of a possible friend. I enjoyed reading the ping pong table tennis part. It was nice ad described well. And loved the ending however it seems unfinished to me. Like its missing something. But still liked it so keep up the good work.
