Poem 13 – The Road Less Traveled
A came to a fork in my road
And not knowing which one to take,
I looked down the one –
To see as far as I could in deed
And then down the one with the tumble weed
I choose the less traveled of the two
As I wanted to explore the unfamiliar
I knew I could turn back,
If back was where I wanted to be –
However the less traveled path
Was what I was meant to take
Years from that day I remember
The path I had taken in that December,
What would have happen to me –
If I had not taken that choice to heart
Heaven knows where I would be.
I love this play on Frosts poems. Some of the ideas here are explored so well.