Roberts' Roads

Two roads diverge in a wood, and I

see them both for what they are;

roads made by feet that came before 

one over-grown and one traveled more

neither road seems the wiser

or calls to me louder than the other

both were made by people who 

like me

stood here, pondering on which to take

and as I stand here, I realize that

neither road is mine

both roads are theirs

I'll create my own.

even if the work takes long and is hard

and even if my muscles grow sore and my skin is 

cut by brambles and tree branches
at the end of it all, it will be a road

 of my making

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

took neither one, but made my own

i have humble scars and an earned pride to prove it

and that has made all the difference

Reviews

[Chris]

I readily "caught"the Frost... but like YOU have lived the intent. Well spoken.

[GwenLark]

This is so powerful, a real testament to a life lived. Great

[CAPOLAVORO]

Some poets really do have a powerful impact into our lives that we tend use their poem as an inspiration for a new one that represents our own. I know I am a fan of one. Robert Frost is one of the greatest.. The path you have chosen truly represents who you are as well. Well written.

Sincerely,
CAPOLAVORO

[LKBillips]

I love the original Robert Frost poem you are referencing. One of my all time favorites. I think your new "path" is a fresh and wonderful nod to his work. Nicely done.