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; | |
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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, | |
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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. | |
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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,
Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Mountain Interval 1920
Life is series of choices. Which choice we decide to make, will make the difference. So when the time comes, which one would you travel? Think it thoroughly for you would not get another chance to re-do it.
A brat with opinions,
-Nana Eddy-
macam penah dengar je tajuk poem nih..XD
ReplyDeleteKalau amek literature masa skola dulu, maybe la ada dengar. This is one of my favorites :)
ReplyDeleteused to read that back in high school =)
ReplyDeleteKenwooi: Nice poem ain't it?
ReplyDeleteYup nice poem!
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