He stood at the crossroads all alone, 
The sunlight in his face; 

He had no thought for 

an evil course, 

He was set for a manly race. 

But the road stretched east and the 

road stretched west, 

And he did not know which road 

was the best; 

So he took the wrong road and it lead 

him down, 

And he lost the race and the 

victor’s crown. 

He was caught at last in an 

angry snare 

Because no one stood at the 

crossroads there 

To show him the better road. 

Another day at the self-same place 

A boy with high hopes stood; 

He, too, was set for a manly race 

He was seeking the things that 

were good. 

And one was there who the roads 

did know, 

And that one showed him the 

way to go; 

So he turned away from the road 

leading down, 

And he won the race and the 

victor’s crown; 

He walks today on the highways fair 

Because one stood at the 

crossroads there 

To show him a better road. 

– Sadie Tiller Crawley

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