Thoughts on Frost

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, 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.

Robert Frost

I have always liked Robert Frost, many of his poems strike a chord in me, I scrapbooked “Acquainted with the Night” in my high school album.
As I’ve gotten older I like this one more and more, the importance of doing what you think is right, of making your own decisions, and of not just taking the easy way cannot be stressed enough. Here’s to taking the road less traveled.