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 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, 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
Just a poem I like to push my mug down the page.
4 comments:
Nice try... you'll need a longer poem!! ;-)
We are all glad to see your face... though we all know it does not define you.
I like that poem, too. ;-)
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Ha, I can just keep posting until it's gone ;D
Yay for this poem! Hey, I used it in an old post:
http://maryana29.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-way.html
which happens to also include the lyrics to another great song: My Way- Frank Sinatra.
There's a story behind that one too. That song was playing at a bar after taking a tequila shot with a friend who insisted on salt-lime-shot instead of the classic salt-shot-lime. Needless to say, I did in the manner which I believed to be proper. (ie, my way).
Sorry, I actually made that one up. Who plays that song at a bar, anyway?
Ok, joke away but my knife fight story is real and I have played "my way" in a bar and I have run with scissors and cut the tag off a mattress. Yeah I've lived hard and dangerous.
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