The two paths

Swaying through difficult terrain,

Up she went and down she came,

Her poise was same,

Up to where I could see,

Travelers were less,

Not more than a couple or perhaps three!

Another path was also there,

A straighter one,

where many of my peers,

were motoring on!

I stood aside,

Surveyed the scene,

She held promise,

but if she lost sheen,

perhaps midway,

perhaps somewhere

what would I do

need I look through?

But then my sense
got better of me
or was it the other way round,
who could see?

I chose her, she the less traveled one,
and never looked back
until today.....when i realized,
Its celebration time
one year has passed!!