John McChord

Two Paths


Two paths

Two paths diverged

An age ago I became the traveler

And like the road I too wanted wear

The grass trodden down prior to my wandering

Trodden by leaves some time before

These leaves, though decayed withstood,

But the fairest weather and nothing more

 

And I the traveler of the road

Much like the grass

Well-

The difference has been made

By wanting the wear

And worn, and worn, I shall be

And I celebrate the road diverged