“I took the road less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference.”

As I read these words, I wonder why?

Why can’t I choose it? Why o why?

‘Cause I’m not sure of the difference.

The road more traveled is comfortable now

And if I take the road traveled less

I will not know the when or how

But misfortune will surely make me bow

Yes, misfortune will make my life a mess.

If I take that path where few do opt to tread

My life might become something crazy

It might turn into a life of dread

At least that is what some person said

But life on the known path has made me lazy.

So perhaps I should look and look some more

And take the path covered with rocks and leaves

Where so few have ever gone before

Who knows? It might lead to some new shore

It might be far better than anyone believes.

But dare I dare I take that path?

The one where so few have traveled by?

It seems it must tempt someone’s wrath

To take that much less traveled path

Making this decision makes me sigh.

But I’ll take the less traveled path today

Even though soon I might get lost

Predictable and normal is the way they say

But I disagree; I’ll go the other way.

Yes, today I will listen to Robert Frost.