The third poem is by Robert Frost called “The Road Not Taken”. I love this poem since I first read it back in high school, which was some years ago. It reminded me when I was a child walking through the woods ( which I won’t do now). Life is always about choices.
(I make no claims on these poems.)
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.
—Robert Frost ( March 26, 1874- January 29, 1963)
Until we meet again,