A CHOICE OF TIME

As I strolled in forest deep today
the worn trail I'd chosen to follow
abruptly split itself three ways
just where the ridge dropped to a hollow.
I uncapped canteen and took a swallow.

The way which forked off to my right
led to a flood plain down below
where thickets kept the ground from sight
save where a stream near stopped its flow.
A beaver pond had made it so.

The center trail traced a hill side
old washes marked its middling slope
where strength and will would be well tried
and tall oaks fought off wild grapes' grope.
A bit easier trek with which to cope.

The last course veered off to the left
angling up a tame and gentle hill
of vines,ditches and logs 'twas bereft
and scattered sun fought winter's chill
whenever the wind became still.

I stood a while where trails divided
trying to fool myself I'm a young man
the choice about roughest trail decided
for age brought doubts that now I can
fight my way through that thick privet stand.

Leftward then I turned my gaze
to the easiest of varied trails
deciding to save it for future days
when legs will become even less hale
and even will power might fail.

Then I set off down the middle path
knowing, for this day, it is the best
and I could deal with the aftermath
as I shuffled my way toward the west
secure knowing I'd pass its test.