The Sign
Posted: 13 Aug 2015, 18:57
The Sign
'Twas an old country road I was walking down when I came upon the sign,
an old piece of wood which was wedged in the ground and covered with many a vine.
In a fit of pursuit, I yanked off the thorns to discover what the sign had to say,
but little did I know as I dirtied my hands that to my surprise and dismay,
the message was short, clear, and to the point, making nearly no sense to me:
"Where there is a will, there is a way, and what will be will be."
"But I don't understand," my heart cried out. "If we can make things happen with will,
then why don't we do it all of the time, since 'what will be' can kill?"
I sighed as I turned to walk away, hunching my shoulders low,
Hoping as I chewed my lower lip that someday...
Someday I'd know.
Return to the Sign
'Twas twenty years later, we'd all grown up, when I decided to visit my sign,
that old piece of wood which was wedged in the ground and made of the sturdiest pine.
Eagerly, I packed some lunch and headed for the car,
early in the morning, for the journey would be far.
After driving several hours, past forests, lakes, and streams,
finally--oh finally!--I found my place of dreams.
That dusty country road from my childhood,
which held all my past emotions, both bad and good.
And as the person I had been came flooding back to me,
I hurried down the road to see if I could see,
"Where there is a will, there is a way, and what will be will be."
All of a sudden, there it was, looming straight ahead,
only now it said something different: "To know everything is to be dead."
"Well, HECK!" I said angrily, glaring up at the sky.
But then I realized something: I did not want to die.
So to myself, I'd never lie.
'Twas an old country road I was walking down when I came upon the sign,
an old piece of wood which was wedged in the ground and covered with many a vine.
In a fit of pursuit, I yanked off the thorns to discover what the sign had to say,
but little did I know as I dirtied my hands that to my surprise and dismay,
the message was short, clear, and to the point, making nearly no sense to me:
"Where there is a will, there is a way, and what will be will be."
"But I don't understand," my heart cried out. "If we can make things happen with will,
then why don't we do it all of the time, since 'what will be' can kill?"
I sighed as I turned to walk away, hunching my shoulders low,
Hoping as I chewed my lower lip that someday...
Someday I'd know.
Return to the Sign
'Twas twenty years later, we'd all grown up, when I decided to visit my sign,
that old piece of wood which was wedged in the ground and made of the sturdiest pine.
Eagerly, I packed some lunch and headed for the car,
early in the morning, for the journey would be far.
After driving several hours, past forests, lakes, and streams,
finally--oh finally!--I found my place of dreams.
That dusty country road from my childhood,
which held all my past emotions, both bad and good.
And as the person I had been came flooding back to me,
I hurried down the road to see if I could see,
"Where there is a will, there is a way, and what will be will be."
All of a sudden, there it was, looming straight ahead,
only now it said something different: "To know everything is to be dead."
"Well, HECK!" I said angrily, glaring up at the sky.
But then I realized something: I did not want to die.
So to myself, I'd never lie.
