Monday, September 8, 2008

The Road Not Taken
by 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 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.

1 comment:

Eldon and Janeil Olsen said...

A poignant poem. The choices we make really do bring us to where we are. When Eldon was asked to give his life story in the HP group meeting, he compared it to Lemony Snickett's "series of unfortunate events" except his life has been a series of fortunate events. These fortunate events have all come about because of choices he made along the way. At this age you can look back at all the windings and turnings to see where they brought you.