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, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that 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 to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
by: Robert FrostIt´s 00.25 AM in Sweden... that means it´s the 3rd of February & I´m 29 (:0S )...a step from 30(!!!). I hope this year brings some new paths ...maybe not as large as a freeway but a few small paths here and there....Perhaps artistic paths! or culinary..That would be nice....But as somebody says in Shakespeare's Macbeth: Come What May! So we will just have to wait and see:)
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