The Choice

It's National Poetry Day this coming Thursday (7th); and this year's theme is 'Choice' ...

... I thus just can't resist blipping Robert Frost's famous poem (as taken from within the pictured 1977 edition) about the choices we all have to make; the experiences we subsequently gain; and those many moments when we decide between the chosen path and the other path:


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 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.

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Robert Frost(1874-1963)

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