Two Roads Diverge

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.

I have never been one for poetry. It seems to me that you use less words in poetry that you would in normal conversation, and I am all about words. I really, really like 'em. Like I use 'em everyday...when I am mad, sad, happy, lethargic, prostrate, upside down, hopping and even when I cry -- although no one can understand me. I was never one of those students who had a problem writing lengthy papers. Some people (not to mention any names DJ) would increase the font size or reduce the margins. Not me baby! I was in 8 point font and single space. Yes siree Bob, that is me. Just call me Word Lover!

But oh yes, back to poetry. This is a poem I sang in choir in high school, back in the 1920's. Okay -- it was the 90's. Back when we wore overalls and only fastened one buckle and left the other to hang cause we were cool like that. And back when we rolled our pants SUPER tight at the bottom cause that's what all the cool kids did. What? You did not do any of those things? And you were cool? Well, I think I was just on the cutting edge of coolness that had just not broken through to you yet. Yea, cutting edge...fashion trend girl...that was me.

Anyways have you stopped laughing at the fact that I was in choir in high school, and they let me actually sing? I think the mic was turned off. And let's face the cold hard facts here people. The only people that were listening were parents. And my parents said I was great. And they know and would never lie to me. They have a musical ear. I was fabulous. But we sang this poem in high school, and I started singing it this morning.

You see, this is where I sit -- two roads. And I have no clue which one to take. I wish there were three. Then I would take the third, cause that is my favorite number and it would have black-eyed susans which are my favorite flower. But this decision could make all the difference.

Have you ever been here?