When we visit our lovely 103 year old friend, we ofter talk about and read poems. Last time we were there we were both trying to remember this poem by Robert Frost…. We talked about the different lives we might have had, had we taken different paths and about the many choices there had been in a life of over 100 years.
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.
So here it is for Ti – and for you Dear Readers. What different paths might you have taken?