The Road not Taken by Robert Frost.

I'm going through a real poetry splurge of late. Perhaps nostlagia but meh the old favourites of my youth will never fade. I do like this poem. I like it even more than Jenny Johnson's 'When I am Old I will wear a Purple Hat.' because it describes life and nostaligia of life, Looking back to look forward.

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The Road not Taken
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

layin 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