Thank You Mr. Frost

Since posting earlier this evening, Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken has been going through my head. I think that it summarizes how I've been feeling lately.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down on as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took 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 now was leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling with this 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. 

We are so blessed to have poets that can write down what we feel in our hearts.