Poem~

Robert Frost - The Road Not 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.

After I read this poem, I feel depressed a lot.

As this poem means: There are two different decision but I choose the unique one I think.

As tired and felt nothing can be changed, I was a little regret of the decision which I decided in the past time. After a long trip and meet and handle many troublesome but I still want to take another trip which I didn't choose before. If I had another chance to make a decision, perhaps I will still choose the same as before but with different effort to change the fact.

No matter what decision we make, we will gain, learn something and loss something important; therefore, we must hold every precious chances and do our best on them.