Posted in Simply Poetry

“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Which Way?

Should I have stayed,
Or should I have gone?

Which way was up,
Which way did the flow go?

Did I make the right turn,
When I should have taken left?

Was it a mistake,
Or was the end justified by the means?
Much may be at stake
Or so it usually seems

Did I read the sign correctly,
Or maybe,
It was just elementary?