The Road not Taken

Two roads diverged in a wood,                                                                                                                      And sorry I could not travel both                                                                                                                 And be one Traveler, long I stood                                                                                                                 And looked down one 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 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 way leads on to way,                                                                                                             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 (1874-1963)

As I sat last night after publishing the post yesterday I felt as if I did not finish what I had to say, so I shall continue today. This poem, since the first day I read it in high school, has always followed me, talked to me and led my life choices. It is a metaphor for so many things:


It has made me thoughtful of the choices of I have made, and to never regret the path I have chosen as it has led me to many wonderful friends, family and adventures that I cherish.

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