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This is by far my favorite piece of prose. I have been divinely inspired by this poem on many occasions, tho I'm not sure if RF was a man of the Spirit himself. Enjoy.
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 maid all the difference.
- Robert Frost
posted by J Man @ 1:03 p.m.
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Sometimes I try to picture myself years down the road, sharing a similar talk w. my grandchildren. Over the last few months, I've gone thru a period where it seemed everyday I had to make a decission that would effect the rest of my life... Daily I was at a fork in the road, and quite often, I would take the path less traveled. I'm not meant to fit in w. the masses, it just doesn't feel right - my heart denies me the norm.
every decision has the potential to change our lives forever..........or be just as they are....a decision for NOW with the promise of more to come...the only absolute in life is "change will happen".....
mom
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