The Road Not Taken by Robert FrostTwo 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.
It seems fitting that I remembered this poem for this day. Headed back to Arizona, and thankful for auto scheduling. If you read this today, pray for our safe travels, and a calm trip. We’ll have two toddlers, one cat and 3 adults. Two drivers…
This is all I’ll leave you for today. Thank you! 🙂