Have you ever read the poem about the two roads that divide and the poet takes the one less traveled? Of course you have. A few years ago, I realized that I never knew if he was actually happy with his choice. He says at the end "...That has made all the difference". Well, that could be a good difference or a bad difference, right? I mean, what if you took the road less traveled only to realize there is a reason it was less traveled? Maybe, there is a dangerous cliff and people were dying so they started a new path that became more worn down so no one would want to go the other way. See what I mean. So, here is my response to that poem.
My Road: By SSBowen All Rights Reserved
I took the road less traveled,
where few have gone before.
The road it was disheveled
rather quite uncared for.
In the way there stood a bush
a rose, covered up in thorns.
Creeping from the underbrush,
My flesh it soon was torn.
Tho' I walked along the path the same
The rose it stayed with me.
The blood I saw but felt no pain,
'til I fell and scraped my knee.
Was this the path the poet said
made all the difference then to him?
But, now I find I'm full of dread
and the end it seems quite dim.
Was it the path the poet took?
It seems so different from my own.
Perhaps I'll take another look
before I'm left alone.
I'll find the path I did forsake,
I question this path indeed,
the difference is not in the path you take,
But where the path will lead. -
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