The Road Not Taken

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 marked 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.

LOL Poems from the F4 anthology keep popping up in my brain whenever I become sober.

The road not taken. Sure you're gonna look back and say 'damn I'll leave it for another day', but you noe you won't be able to.

But where would the United States be on the world map if it was not for a sailor named Chistopher Columbus?



Which route to take? The road taken by everyone, said to be full of bumps and potholes but a pot of gold awaits at the end of the route? Or the one full of a mystery you've always wanted to discover and explore, with the risk of it ending with no pot of gold and leaving you with nothing and nothing only?

Too bad Google Earth doesn't have this place on it's map.

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