(Note: This poem is "related to" Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken" which you should probably read first.)
Two Roads Diverged in a Wooded Glen -----
Two roads diverged in a wooded glen And it seemed a simple choice to make: I'd give them both a thoughtful look, then Pleased with my selection, draw my pen And draft my notion of which to take,
When I noticed something very queer: Another road had come into view. As if by magic I watched it appear, And now my choice a bit less clear: One of three, instead of only two.
Then a fourth, and a fifth, six-, seven-, eight Ways, all similar, looking round I saw some were crooked and some were straight. Now what to do? Just one is my fate! Panicked, I froze and my pen hit the ground.
I stood agape in this modern day And thought of the seven mistakes: Too scared to choose and risk the wrong way; Afraid I'd look back in dismay And see choices that led to heartaches.
Parker Allen Stacy, IV 2/6/2009
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