Every day, there is a choice to make, a road to take...


"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
.



From: The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost - For additional Robert Frost literature see LINK: People Worth Meeting




(Somewhere between the poet, Robert Frost and the inimitable, all American Leaguer Yogi Berra, who once said, "When you come to a fork in the road, TAKE IT!" -- somewhere between these two guys is me.)

By the way, thank you MR. "GUS" (Donald Gustafson, Choral Music Teacher -- LAUSD) for years ago teaching us Randall Thompson's "Frostiana" and making us

M e M o R i z e , and m E m O R i Z e , and m e m o R i Z e !



TGBTG