Thursday, April 27, 2017


Thursday April 27, 2017 5:43 am

On this morning I awoke thinking of this poem... so for any who might read this I copied it for your reading pleasure.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost ~

In the past, I, like everyone else have made choices. As I've pondered my choices... and, especially as it relates to this poem I never could decide with certainty which road I travelled? Recently I came to understand that I, just like the man in the poem, did (in fact) take the less travelled road.

Have a good day :)