The Choice by Robert William Service
. . . And then I came to Three ways, And each was mine to choose; For all of them were free ways, To take or to refuse. "Now which shall be the best way, East, West or South?" said I . . . So then I went the West way - I often wonder why.
. . . And then I cam to Two ways, And each was luring me: For both of them were new ways, And I was fancy free. "Now which shall be the least way," Said I: "to gain my goal?" And so I took the East way, With freedom in my soul.
. . . And then I came to One way, And to the South it ran; Then lo! I saw this sun way Was mine since time began; My pitiless, my doom way; No other could there be, For at its end my tomb lay, And it was waiting me. . . . Poor fools! Who think you're free.
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