Rusty Road

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. "
                                             Quote by - Robert Frost 

Two roads that forked under the fallen lumpy leaves,
one roused the nosy nerves under my soaring sleeves. 
I chose the one that was bumpy, right where I stood.
The road was gusty, it was time for yellow wood. 

I could not walk on both with the same feet at once.
I just chose one, gave the other a gutsy glance. 
On the tawny trail where no step could clear the track,
I took my bold steps without pledge of coming back.

Walking under its shade was such a long-time dream. 
The wind carried the voice within my muffled scream. 
The road that's not taken was full of promises: 
At the end of my steps were golds and red roses. 

Long, I have dared the time to paint my rightful claim. 
If I cowered, I'd surely give myself a blame. 
I raised my banner on the hill, I stood upon. 
Daring the rusty road made me a better man.

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journeyquatrain

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