Applesauce

Even though

They tried their best

They were always left

At a crossroads.

Glancing in either direction

With a confused expression

And a typical look

Of regret.

Because times are rough

And though they feigned tough

They are always stuck

At a crossroads.

Sitting by idly

And watching and minding

As the generations fly right by

Never changing

But always thinking

Of their life, if it wasn't

At a crossroads.

 

subject8

VT

13 years old

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