FrostA Poem by Will
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And he took the one less traveled. Well what if they're both travelled, Rob? Should I just ball up and sob? Both paths have worth, both have great measure, But do either of them hold my treasure? What if neither have I what I need? Do I just surrender, let my frosty heart take heed? My heart is frosted, lost in time, But no, she says, that would be a crime. She keeps me going, keeps me sane Protects me from my frightening banes. But Frost, if both paths are travelled enough, Should I blaze my own, do I have the stuff? Tear down the trees and the shrubs and the beasts, Find my treasure, and a harvest a feast. Or maybe the treasure is on the travelled paths, A bright future, perhaps my other half? Or maybe these poets are all full of s**t, Including this one, a swing and a miss? © 2013 WillAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWillBrooklyn, NYAboutWell now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..Writing
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