Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Road Not Taken (1915)

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.

My response:

I shouldn't sigh
Though I've long wondered
Whether I should follow my Dream
Or to re-evaluate my strength
Because I may not notice
My strength may lay somewhere
Beyond what I Want to do
But at what I do Best
And what I should care
Is to take it to my Liking

12:28 am

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