Mr. Frost, so prolific that you are I was hoping that you could advise For I find myself in a yellow wood And I too am but just one traveler My two feet can only tread in one direction
And I long to leave a black boot mark While I continue down the right path Leading me so expertly to destiny But much like you, obstacles arise But unlike you, my path further divides
Where you stood before a fork I now spy a great and twisted rake That fills me with impending dread Paths varied in their wear and tear From paved to grassy, or overgrown
Mr. Frost, here is my dilemma You chose the path less traveled And it made all the difference in your life But how can one traveler ever know Which specific path for them is right?
I truly love Robert Frost and figured that I would write a poem dedicated to his prolific "The Road Not Taken". It was so beautiful and genius in it's crafting and delivery. I have always wondered what it would be like with more than one path. I think in today's technological and complex world, we are constantly assaulted by numerous decisions that echo through the rest of our lives. R.I.P. Robert Lee Frost.