The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1915)


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.

Okay, you caught me. I needed an excuse to use my favorite photograph taken while on a Green Mountain Vermonting (hike) a few years ago. Robert Frost’s home that inspired so much of his poetry – considered the voice of New England – is in nearby Derry, New Hampshire. And since one of my favorite pastimes is contemplating my navel in natural settings, Mr. Frost and I have become fast friends.

It’s understandable that The Road Not Taken would put you in mind of “health” and “weight loss”. For many years I kept taking the same path that led to a non-stop roller coaster (diet) and only stopped when it crashed into a funhouse with the body distortion mirrors. Once I stopped staring at the mirror, I eventually ended up on that same path, and this time I took the road less traveled, and it has made all the difference.

Have a great fall afternoon, without distortion.

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