My Paths Remembering Robert Frost

Remembering Robert Frost.... My Paths Investigating the road noticed A set of tracks singularly left Perhaps a motorcycle or a sled The icy coverage maybe slick Deciding if the path needed me To venture the trail leading where I’d never been but seemed foreboding Oh but the brush and thickets held Could be rabbits or deers or who knows what The road invited me ~ so I pondered Remembering Robert Frost, I questioned Is this the way, or perhaps not It looked so innocent in the beginning part Considering the icy surface and a mishap But the other way held no assurances either And each would take me to where I belong Just different routes to meander through life Standing looked as far as my sight grasped The other way, was not envisioned So, I decided to keep moving through Neigh the other would be traveled blindly Thus I went where I could vaguely see And perhaps, I ask myself ~ Did this decision make the difference Is this the road, I should have travelled