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The Road Not Taken

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Early in my high school days I read this poem when I was studying great American poets. The words spoke very loudly to me at the age of 14, an age of the beginning of many choices in life.  It has been my mantra ever since.  My husband experienced the same after reading this poem and even set it to music.  It is a very meaningful poem.  We come to many "forks in the road" in life, and must choose an easy path or one of uphill climbing, large stones, and pitfalls where we learn many lessons of life.


Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.


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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