life
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 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 kept 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.
i love this poem... although i wish i had some thing like that... to be able to choose one or the other... for me i would just stand there... and think way i can do both... i live like a shadow... not really there... i can't help but to feel i'm going no where fast... there is really no more people i can turn to for help... i had try to help other people to find a way to help me but everyone is different and want help them would never be for me... i would love to think people want me around but i feel like i have to keep up everything to keep it anything... i don't think any cares so i give up on this journal entry...
Edward
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