Narrow Trails

Long ago dark exits neared
With narrow byways.  Those who feared
The main road took these sadder ways
Where windings led blind fools astray.
Most were eaten by the beasts
Who roamed in search of their next feasts.
At least that’s what reporters said
When finding some lost dreamer dead.

I once was tempted long ago
To leave the main road. I don’t know
What made me stay and do what’s right.
I saw the demon’s eyes one night.
He warned me not to deviate,
“The main road, boy! Don’t hesitate!”
Well. I’ve returned. Where can I find
Those exits that I left behind?

Frank Hubeny

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Frank Hubeny would be pleased to hear them.