My mother always quoted
Since before I could talk,
The poetry of Robert Frost
Whenever she went on a walk.
She talked about a yellow wood
And a choice between each path,
As we grew older we groaned aloud;
The consistancy made us laugh.
Yet, can it be that through passing years
I've found that his words somehow
Have come to resound within my soul,
Bearing meaning for me now?
In life I've seen roads not taken,
And I've closed so many doors,
But I do not regret the journey,
If, one day, the door I reach... is yours.
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