The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

 

 

Today’s My Freedom blog prompt was to share a poem that inspired us.. this poem is one of my favorites.  I first read it in high school and loved it immediately.  The thought of being noble perhaps, but as I grew.. if you’ll forgive the sentimental overtone.. my relationship with this poem grew.  I definitely have had my share of forks in the road and choices that needed to be made and I feel I often took the road less traveled, it has been hard at times.. especially to fight off the bitterness when others took what I felt was the ‘easy’ road and I see that their life has worked out fine.  But at the end I will quietly savor knowing that I stayed true to myself and that’s what really matters.