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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
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.
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Thanks for posting that poem, trinkie! It has been a favourite of mine since high school days. Whilst living in New Hampshire several years ago, I was pleased to discover that Robert Frost once lived in the next town over from mine. Within 10 miles of my house, in fact. There were lots of trees in the area, and sometimes I'd think of this poem, wondering if I'd ever taken a walk in the same woods as he had.
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
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A favourite of mine as well, thank you for reminding me of it Trinkie.
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