The Road Not Taken -by Robert Frost

[elleng]

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.

[AllaN01Bear]

1. ''

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2. Those last 2 lines....

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I did too, And I am OK with all (most) of the paths that I selected and lived with and currently ended up - a near monastic type experience, except for the Skippa. Not so bad....

[elleng]

3. Ditto (except for 'a near monastic type experience!')