Wild Ride
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And I rushed down one half way,
Turned and rushed back, tried the other.
What to do, what to do, which way to go..
Which way do the arrows point,
Home or away, with friends or alone.
Indecision has been with me always,
Stride for stride there by my side.
Surely not the most stress-free journey,
But it has made for an interesting ride.
First line from Robert Frost's
The Road Not Taken
Written for Tracy Decker's Contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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