The-Great-Oak

A Nice Little Poem, Written by my friend Jacob Strickland, I Did not write this, and I have the Author's express permission to use it. Long road home ~~~~~~~~ Late at night walking a narrow dirt path Walking by moonlight, angry clouds above, Like the raging memories of the life now past You walk along, wanting it to not hurt, not to last. Along the line the path splits, It reminds you of life, the choices that had been taken You read a sign one way is Hell the other Back Again Wanting to do things right you need a life to defend. You want to make it up, want it to not hurt, You remember what had happened to make life what it was,