Road...as in the one not taken. This is one of a few poems I have memorized by heart. It makes me ponder on just how our decisions in life affect our future; the roads we choose to take or avoid certainly affect our future, don't they? Sometimes I wonder what I would be doing if I had decided to stay in CA where I grew up instead of going to Oregon. Or what if I had married the first guy who'd proposed? (Thank God I didn't!) What if I HADN'T married current husband? One second thought; maybe these things are best left unpondered.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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.