Sunday, November 20, 2011

Words to ponder

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.

: Robert Frost



  1. Love, Love, Love that poem! One of my favorites of all time!

  2. My dear - the path less travelled by must resonate in your soul. It does in mine, a little - but I am not where you are doing the mighty thing you are doing. Certainly, your path is little marked by heavy foot treads - and is all the more beautiful for it.


Thank you for stopping by, I love to know you were here and enjoy comments so much.

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.