Two roads forked into an unknown wood
but I could not travel both
And as a thinker, long I stood
And ponder my options as much as I could
Up to the first bent in the abyss
I sought a sign that’s clear,
Which choice of way I have to dismiss.
Maybe the one with more grass and no wear
And early that morning I chose the way
Where the branches grew freely and the summer leaves lay
I will keep the easier road for other another day!
But already then I doubted if I should ever come back.
For the longer in years, the more time one will lack
And years from now with peace in my heart
I shall be telling my stories
And take my travels apart
And I will whisper quite softly so only I can hear:
“The second road in the wood disappeared”
for I… I chose the one less traveled by,
the one that was difficult but filled with adventure.
To experience the world through travels and distance
I made the right choice and it made all the difference
Suzie the dreamer
( my adaptation of – The road not taken by Robert Frost)
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