The Two Ways

It was nearly noonday, on a Sunday; I walked to the chapel.
Where the road merges, I met a toothless old man on a mullet.
He said, “Take this road, both roads lead to the chapel!”
And to catch my attention, the old man handed me an apple.
He pulled a cigarette out and said, “My short cut would take you faster I bet!”

Where I stood, I can see Bombay, where the church is but I was not swayed.
Though his way looks great to me, I realized that it was full of debris.
He told me, “you can’t walk that way, too many snares and it is a narrow way.”
The toothless old man told me this: “you see, to arrive truly, my way is the way.”
I told the toothless old man, “I know my way has hills, but it’s the way.”

And the old man said while he put a cigarette out, “my way is shorter you bet?”
“Oh, you prefer to walk the thorny way, you’ll not make it till after noonday.”
The toothless old man stood and blocked the way with his mullet that looked like a coquette.
I said, “Toothless old man, let me go, my way will take me to the chapel, I’ll not fret.
I began to sing as I walked the narrow way and I arrive at the chapel by mid-day.

It was not easy going through the woods, the way is snared, but I walked with hope.
I went up the mountains and the high hills with the help of the Almighty.
Truly, I arrived to Bombay though some place I had to go through a rope.
But the road that the toothless old man told me to go, I felt were ways without hope.
So to get to heaven, the way maybe a narrow way, but it’s the path to God Almighty.