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
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