The Road

This time I let poetry speak for itself.
Strong words that make up great lines by a person who could get it so right when he picked up a pen.

The Road Not Taken

Two road 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 back.
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 ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, an I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

P.S: In case you want to know more about this extra ordinary poet:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost

And the epitaph on his grave says so much of how I do look at life in general!

'I had a lover's quarrel with the world!'