This is a response to the wonderful Robert Frost poem- ” The Road Not Taken.” I think it absolutely brilliant – now. Maybe tomorrow I will rip it up and delete the word file.
What should I do ?
Should it go ?
Or should it stay ?
After “ The Road not Taken”- Robert Frost
I took the road more travelled,
cajoled by circumstance and friends
into a broader path, for one
who fears to start more than to end.
But now I can’t return.
The yellow wood,
the intersecting paths
belong to others now.
Way no longer leads to way
but narrows to a single track.
I cannot stop. I cannot stray
I must walk on and not look back.
The finish can’t be far. Perhaps
another wood at the road’s end,
with trees just coming into bud,
leaves dripping sunlight,
and the smell of green.