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The porch light is on

The porch light is on

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Maybe, there are
three roads after all;
the road less travelled,
the road you chose
and finally the road
you could have taken.

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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I think it depends on how adventurous one wishes to be....Good choices... and difficult to choose; I think I would probably choose the road less traveled, hoping I would find something new and interesting....as long as I don't get completely lost!
Warmly, B

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Yes, it’s a fine line really and a hit or Miss. thank you Betty.
Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

Most welcome Andrew!
Warmly, B
Well said. We're really just the choices we make now, and not the choices we made or wish me made, aren't we?

Your poem's short, and get it's meaning across in easily digestible terms. Nicely written.

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Thank you DoormanDan.
No matter where we are in life. There's always a choice. Like a fork in the road, but the one, less traveled could be risky, yet some people are adventurers and like the challenge of forging their own path. But among these. I think I'd prefer the one with the porch light on, because that would be home for me. Nice write, Andrew.
Roma

Posted 1 Month Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Thank you very much Roma. Going back to previous writers Wordman left maybe 2 yrs ago or more, didnâ.. read more
RomaJ

1 Month Ago

Aww Andrew. thanks for letting me know. I do wish them well and I do miss their voice. you're like .. read more

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 Added on November 20, 2025
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