My left hand cannot be equally compared with my right
And, over the ages of its lack of use, I have hence diverged from using my left at all
I have traveled through many years of school in life
And in the grassy undergrowth of my knowledge
Lies the forgotten and worn hand that is my left
Trodden upon since the day I chose my right
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both”
And being one student, I chose my right
Leaving my left alone in the distance
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