The roads diverged in a yellow wood,
I'm one traveller that always stood.
I looked down as far as I could,
To where it bent undergrowth.
Then took the other just as fair,
it was so grassy and wanted wear.
And perhaps having the claim,
had worn them really the same.
And both that equally lay,
I kept the first for another day.
In leaves that weren't trodden black,
I doubted if I will ever come back.
I would be telling this with a sigh,
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I.
Somehwere ages and ages hence,
and that has made all the difference.
The choices I had to choose,
left a deep bruise.
For life is never difficult not only for those who are strong,
but also for those who are and were never wrong.
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Author:
Nature (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2023 10:17
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Clever!
You took that road now?!
We don't know where we may end up - on a level path, or in a ditch, on a path not travelled before.
I see the other meaning too - which path in life to take?
Yess.
We should never take a bad decision and if we will, it will bring us the consequences of evil.
Ty Norman!
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