The Road Not Taken

 

“It is a thing to have a favorite poem, and another to live out your favorite poem. Mine has been 'The Road Not Taken' by R Frost - and I have lived it! I loved it!”

Robert Frost on “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.

  

Chibele on “The Road Not Taken”:

And oh what a big difference it did make -

That a road not taken had so much more for I, to offer.

For many are known to paths often taken or crossed,

As it is from them there are great stories and cautions.

 

Yet beneath the covering palms and leaves drooping from time;

And on paths untelling from the side of the ways,

I, one traveler made it from way unto way like a pilgrim of old -

Charting through the bright and the night,

with naught but the feels of the ground and the legends of my heart.

 

By the by, it is herein I met the best of all the times;

A damsel as nice and uncharted as the ways by themselves.

One that offered for me more than just the company of a journey;

One that made it a sojourn worth the while – a sojourn which into a pursuit turned;

One that made all the difference.

 

So I roll back the years to the foot of the verge,

To the roads in a yellow wood on the cold and daft morn.

Where I worried which to take – and at whence for long I stood;

And how yet now I say all these indeed with a sigh

In an age being behind ages hence:

That two roads did diverge in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

“To the One that made all the difference: Snowie”

 

~ Chibele