“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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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. 20

Robert Frost is just one of the many poets I admire.  As I read the verses of this particular poem though, I visualize strategic times in my life where I came to the fork in the road, wondering which one I should take.  (Awww….something just came to your mind too, didn’t it?)  That same “fork” will never present itself again, but others will. (or in my husband’s words, we can’t “unring” that bell.)  Hopefully though, we will move forward,  ponder thoughtfully and choose wisely ~

Have a great Thursday! ♥