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.
by Robert Frost
This is my most favorite poem. It says a lot about Robert Frost, and, without trying to sound pompous, I think it says a lot about me. As teaching is my second career, (taken on at an older age) the meaning of this poem is powerful. It was tough to leave a good job and venture out into the world of education. But it is what I always have wanted to do. The path was long and overgrown with obstacles, but in the end, it has turned out to be the best choice I have ever made. The hard, unpopular path was not easy, but now, I can truly say it is satifying.
