The Road Not Taken
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.
Think about it.... In our christian walk we need to be taking the road not so often traveled. We need to be set apart and different.... I want this poem to be what they say about me once I'm dead.... " And she... she took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference" Its officially my life poem..... Mom made me memorize this a few years ago so thanks... I just recently thought of it again....
