Long ago dark exits neared
With narrow byways. Those who feared
The main road took these sadder ways
Where windings led blind fools astray.
Most were eaten by the beasts
Who roamed in search of their next feasts.
At least thatís what reporters said
When finding some lost dreamer dead.
I once was tempted long ago
To leave the main road. I donít know
What made me stay and do whatís right.
I saw the demonís eyes one night.
He warned me not to deviate,
ďThe main road, boy! Donít hesitate!Ē
Well. Iíve returned. Where can I find
Those exits that I left behind?
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Frank Hubeny would be
pleased to hear them.