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Ever since I was a little kid I remember finding this book of poems at my grandmother's house. Whenever I wanted to get away I would read this book, that included some of the most beautiful I ever heard. One of my favorite poems is the
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
I always wanted to hit the road that nobody used or traveled on for their journey. Since that time I have traveled every road there is imaginable that belongs to others, instead of taking the road that simply belongs to me.
I have attached this poem for your personal reflection. Enjoy!!!
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
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.
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