I’ve been trying to post something every Monday for consistency. I couldn’t think of anything to post this week. So I thought it would be nice to put somebody else’s words on here and let their voice speak today.
I don’t know a lot about poetry. It’s an art form I learned about in grade school, and I suppose we had to write our own poems then, but I don’t remember being particularly interested or good at it. There’s something magical about poetry though – saying so much with so little. I really admire and appreciate those who can paint so well with words. So here’s one of the most famous poems there is. It’s fitting for my life right now, is it fitting for yours?
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 marked 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.