Enter The Poet - Imagining Frost
Two roads forked in a green forest rested
And sad I could choose but one
And a single sojourner I was here tested
And viewed down one as deep as it nested
To where it darkened by the shaded sun;
Then ventured not, but took the fairer way,
And it owning a less fretful demeanor,
Being traveled a fore would contain no delay;
Though if that were the case, I could not say
Had previous ventures made either way cleaner,
And each in morning light rested equal
In this lane which seemed plain and true.
Oh, I will know the other in a future Fall!
Yet accepting there may be no return at all,
I questioned if I would ever provide that review.
I shall remark this as time passes by
Some place when I dwell on skill and chance:
Two roads forked in a forest, and I--
I seized one more traveled in advance,
And that the genesis of my happenstance.
- al brown
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