In a bustling city's urban sprawl,
Two paths diverged, both promising allure,
Yet alas, I couldn't heed the call,
To be one worker, I stood unsure.

One shone with suits, its prestige declared,
And seemed the path of greater fame,
Yet the other, less adorned, it dared,
Both whispering ambitions, untamed.

At dawn, both roles gleamed with equal light,
No shadows of past decisions marred,
I leaned towards the first, eyes bright!
But life's twists, should they be barred?

I'll retell this tale with a pensive gaze,
In distant years, where memories waltz:
Two jobs diverged, and in those days -
I chose the one with different faults,
And thus charted life's winding vaults.

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