Verses in Manhood: Frost

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I drew this little path on paper and added the words later. I never look at a squiggly without thinking of this poem.

It’s kind of cliche to say this is my favorite poem, but I don’t care. It really is. It’s amazing how just a few simple lines can be received by so many different people and still be found relevent. Everyone in the world has, at one point or another, been faced with indecision. We take our paths in life and live with where they take us.

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.