The Road Less Taken

silvertree

I was cleaning out my laptop and found this. I used this poem on a cover sheet to put a networking team together.
I hope someone can enjoy this, because I think it applies to us. Masters of our destiny, for good and bad.

The road less 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.

Robert Frost

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dirt diggler

good poem - I always liked Langston Hughes

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Bodger

My personal favorite Robert Frost quote:

"Don't ever take down a fence until you know why it was put up in the first place"

silvertree

"good poem - I always liked Langston Hughes"

Dirt, your one whacked out dude,

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Splinter

Dirt- there's one Langston Hughes poem I read at least 20 years ago that always stuck in my head...

Sylvester's Dying Bed


I woke up this mornin’
’Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.

Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
“Sylvester’s gonna die!”
And a hundred pretty mamas
Bowed their heads to cry.

I woke up little later
’Bout half-past fo’,
The doctor ‘n’ undertaker’s
Both at ma do’.

Black gals was a-beggin’,
“You can’t leave us here!”
Brown-skins cryin’, “Daddy!
Honey! Baby! Don’t go, dear!”

But I felt ma time’s a-comin’,
And I know’d I’s dyin’ fast.
I seed the River Jerden
A-creepin’ muddy past—
But I’s still Sweet Papa ’Vester,
Yes, sir! Long as life do last!

So I hollers, “Com’ere, babies,
Fo’ to love yo’ daddy right!”
And I reaches up to hug ’em—
When the Lawd put out the light.

Then everything was darkness
In a great ... big ... night.

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Long Island Remodeling Contractor

silvertree

Kidding aside, the guy was a great writer of poems.
I'm not sure about the connection with Robert Frost and Langston Hughes.

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Bodger

So far, all I could tell is that the connection is based on Frost and Hughes both being poets, and Dirt is a whacked out dude.
What the hell, works for me.......