A Non - Frost Approach To Life
A NON - FROST APPROACH TO LIFE
Four roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And I’m sorry, but to decide I was loth.
As just a lone traveller, long I stood
And looked around for another which could
Lead me out of the undergrowth.
But all that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I took the other and went the other way!
And knowing how confused I felt, I’d say
I would never want to go back.
I shall be telling this probably feeling high
Somewhere where woods are less dense:
Four roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I just gave up and went back by-and-by,
And in the end it all made no difference.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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