The Road Not Taken

Lib — Tue, 06 Jan 2015 00:13:27 +0000

Yep. The title of this post is EXACTLY what it says. Hadn’t read this in a really long time and it called to me randomly late last night. SO FREAKING ON POINT. I forgot how much I love it. I hesitated in posting because everyone has posted this somewhere and it’s a bit cliché, but then I decided it’s my blog, I can be cliché, and I can post whatever I want. Enjoy!

- all credit to Mr. Frost

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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The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken