Monday, March 18, 2013

Two Roads

I just felt like sharing a little poem with you this morning. It is speaking loudly to me these past weeks. Maybe it will speak ever so subtly to you as well. Happy Monday.

  The Road Not Taken
~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.       

*Image from Google images

1 comment:

Dawn said...

I love this poem. How funny, I just assigned this poem to my daughter for reading this week.