The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how ways lead on to ways,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

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I had started my journey down the road that I have chosen.

And I can't wait to seewhat lies up ahead

And find out where it lead up to.

But there are times I wonder

Whether that in my eagerness,

I walked too fast to enjoy the scenery.

I looked back and tried to remember

The open green meadow, bading me to stop

To lie down, smell the flowers, listen to the bird chirps

And watched the day passed and turn into night;

And count the stars

And sing the lullaby with the moon.

And close my eyes and dream the most wonderful dream.

Or even wonder what the other road holds.

Then I woke up with the sun dazzling my eyes and pointing me the way down the road.

I picked myself up and looked back at my trail,

Smiled at the memories

And continue my way down the road,

Towards the path that I've chosen.

Knowing that an equally fine lot is waiting along the way

And maybe this time, I shall linger awhile.