CROSSROADS

              I've got to do it different

                But I haven't found the way.

               Throughout the age-long search for truth

               On many paths I've strayed.

               I've sat up night and day and cried,

               And even after tears had dried,

               With troubles heavy weighed,

               My soul in anguish prayed,

                In hopes that Lord Above would hear.

                Would send a particle of cheer

                To mend this soul that's frayed.

                                                        T.C.