Two Paths



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Last week at my son’s Boy Scout Turkey Roast when the Sun was setting, my belly full I took a walk and saw the two paths above and it reminded me of this:


The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost



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 – 



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This for everyone that takes the road less traveled.

Have An Awesome Day!