The Path Less Traveled - Variation of a Frost Poem
Two loves had I, a careless youth
And sorry I could not love them both.
One I loved more, which is the truth.
The fair one, beautiful yet uncouth.
The other dared not swear her troth.
I chose the younger, as just as fair,
And as such perhaps I was to blame
For a mystery she would not share.
Though as for that my being there
Had judged them equally about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In my bed; my loving claque
Although I loved the first, the second stayed
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if she would ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two hearts converged in my bed, and I—
I took the one less experienced,
And that has made all the difference.
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