The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost, this is one of my favorite poems:
Two roads diverged in a yellow 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 under growth;
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 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.
Life is made up of choices. I’ve made some good choices in my life and a few bad ones. Seldom is there a chance to go back and do it over. But each new day is an open road in front of me to travel as I choose. I’m choosing to enjoy the ride.
April 20th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
Well, …never did I know that you and I both loved Robert Frost’s poetry ! I once heard (and saw) him, reciting his own poetry onstage in the auditorium of Walter Herron Taylor school,my elementary alma mater in Norfolk, Virginia!