FORK IN THE ROAD

Left after right, walking on,

Not looking around; not singing a song,

Come to a fork – do I turn this way or that?

Such decisions – getting to the fact;

If only I’d been told what to do,

For me the options are so very few;

Robots do only what their programs pledge,

And that’s why I walked straight into the hedge

© Anthony North, 2010

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