Tuesday, January 11, 2011

two roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down on 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 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
What has your path been like along the way?
Take the one less traveled!


  1. Hey! It's looking like a Robert Frost kind of day :)

    I sigh longingly at all the paths I wish to take, and yet feel firmly tethered to my stake.

  2. P.S. I looooooooove your latest song :) Appropriately funny today! LOL.