To Whom It May Concern

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; 5
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, 10
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. 15
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.

That’s why I have not been blogging or reading blogs. Have 12 hour work days for the coming period. Hope to see you all soon, no promises though. Midterms coming up, pray for me.

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5 thoughts on “To Whom It May Concern

  1. ROBERT FROST!!!! I love him! I truly love the road not taken. I feel that way alot. Standing there, having to make a choice of two. Not knowing where either will take me, or whether the one I finally chose will be the right choice. 3ammatan, good luck.

  2. Askandarani: I am assured there is Kheir. I’d consider a career change if I started to miss the feel of the sun on my skin.

    Sara: Yeah, Frost Rules. Thanks

  3. This is one of my favorite poems of all time. It is actually my motto in life. I always went for the road less taken and intend to go on with it, cause it really makes all the difference. Best luck with everything Juka 🙂

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