There’s a time in one’s life, when you come to the fork in the road,
Sometimes we don’t notice, if our life’s on even keel.
We carry on doing what we normally do,
Not even paying attention, that we’ve taken the wrong road.
The little things that happen, we don’t notice at all.
But a bystander sees them, and is watching us go.
There’s potholes, and cracks and corners and curves,
We step around many, stumble into a few.
We blame it on life, taking it in stride.
Thinking this is the way, there’s nothing we can do.
If we were the ones on the sidelines, looking in,
We’d have taken, the other, fork in the road!! …
ELLIE
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I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship.
As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again.
"THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!"
My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon.
As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country.
My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft.
"THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!"
"THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"
Ellie belfiglio 
March 25, 2017 at 4:29 pm
Yes I think there are many. And many decisions we make can lead us in ways we never imagined
March 25, 2017 at 6:01 pm
Gratitude for your comment.