Wednesday, October 31

The road not taken

I’m usually not for poems but old man Frost is usually good for a bit of thinking and thunking.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost


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 marked 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.

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Sangeeta and I were talking about this poem last weekend while we were ambling around Stanmore Common woods..lovely

Yep, the one less travelled is always better, more fun…even though it might be lonely, its better..

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