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The Road Not Taken..

okay… despite all this rambling opinionated rants of late. i decided to share with you one of my favourite poems of all time. This poem was written way back when, in 1916 and i first discovered back in 1998 and it has never left me. Written by Robert Frost this poem is essentially thought to have one of two meanings one literal and one ironic. The irony in the poem is based upon the last two lines.. so anyways here you go… i hope you enjoy it as much as i do…

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