
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.
Hey Leo! Thanks for the poem! One of K’s favorites. I love it also. Robert Frost!! Did you walk the Patriots trail?
– T
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Hey Tom
Hope you’re both well !
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someone should take
this road :-)
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;-)
I agree – It may lead to a more sane world.
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I love this poem❤
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me too
It’s says a lot.. ;-)
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thanks for the reblog! ;-)
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