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.