
Today, instead of my own writing and stupidity, I thought
I would post one of my favorite poems by someone a bit more
famous. This is the very first poem that I memorized when
I first started doing some of my own writing. How was I to
know how true to my life this great work of art would turn
out to be......
March 26, 1874-January 29, 1963
"Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper."--Robert Frost
The Road Not TakenTWO 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 marked 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.