crossroads

I meet a lot of grandparents talking
Of their grandchildren. They want to impart
a certain part of them. A curiosity may be
and courage for the unknown
Start when young, they say
when mind is so receptive.

The ideals and the absurd
We have to choose one when arriving at the crossroads
The place where we diverge and where life begins.

I am on my way home.

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