A Day In The Life

This week we are invited to share a forgotten road or path. Nancy included the poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, which always reminds me of my father. I can picture sitting next to him as an early teen, him reading the poem to me. When he came to the last lines, Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference… I can see him looking up at me and telling me how true that was.

The Road Not Taken — Robert Frost

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.

The Road Not Taken