Life maybe is a brief journey..
And yes, on that, I do agree.
But short as it is,
The path we face,
Is long and tedious....

We reap what we sow.
What seed we had scattered,
Shall be known by its fruit.
Every thing we do..
Every gaze of our eyes,
Every words we had spoken,
Every walk of our feet,
Every toil of our hands -
There'll always be a penalty
or perhaps, a recompensation.

On that day of retribution..
One will be like a tree,
planted on the streams of water,
That yield its fruit on its season..
It'll never will run dry.

But the other will be like chaff,
Like thorns and thistles..
Like grass that sprout but soon wither,
Like hay use for coal ablazed in ember,
Thrown into the torment of blazing fire.

Narrow is the way that leads to life.
Wide is the gate that leads to death.

Which path will you take?

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A/N:
This is inspired from a poem made by Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken".

This is also inspired from a poem entitled "The Creator" by my friend aneesamuhammed786 , from her very own poetry collection, "The Feelings of Poetry" (the title's right, right?) 😃

To my cousin Ristin_Yalc and my dear friend and sister, KimberlyPeo ..