The Road Not Taken

A recent conversation with two of my friends triggered my mind to think about this poem. It suites well for the situation, subject of the discussion and my answer. Yes I too have chosen the path that is used by less people... it is bushy… but… but… I am sure of the destination and where it will lead to… Above all it is the path chosen by my BOSS. You know my BOSS is always right.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, 1920