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 the ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost This has to be one of my most favorite poems of all time. If you can truely comprehend it, then mabey you can feel the same. My likes: My friends. My dislikes: - Spiders or ugly bugs. I'm a girl, I have these issues, they're gross. I'm open to meeting new people. But once they betray my trust, in any way/shape/form, I'm done with them. And that's really it. CAUTION! I am the world's biggest procrastinator! |