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  • Sitting under the shade of a tree
    resting from working
    In the citrus orchard.
    I viewed the crossroads
    Of my future life.
    A lonely decision.
    Nineteen was the age to be brave
    To take the right path
    .
    One path to London
    Back to square one.
    Same old dreariness
    Same old hostility
    Same old fear.
    To mediocrity
    Same family rows
    A city life drone.

    The other path
    To go to India
    Promised and planned for
    With my friend, who now had a man
    To find the answers
    In an ashram.
    Her eager plans with me forgotten.
    Do I travel alone?

    Stretching outward invitingly
    The path to Mexico
    With my love
    plunging into the unknown.
    Better a path raw and new.
    Than loosing the chance to
    Find a life
    Where I could discover
    Who I could be.
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