And be one traveler, long I stood
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
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 have to trust my travels have led me to this point for a reason. I’d like to embark on a writing journey that is true to what I want to write. Possibly I can dig deep and find a little Robert Frost in me, and choose the path that is “grass and wanted wear” and for myself, make the difference.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.