On the Road Less Traveled

This time last year I stood before a fork in the road. I prayed for guidance and took the path on the left. As winter came I was sure that I was on the right path but by the onset of Spring I found myself feeling completely lost. Now as summer ends I am finally finding a clear path again -- down the road less traveled.

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ROAD LESS TRAVELED



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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

--- Robert Frost