A TWIST ON THE ‘FAMILIAR’

I.e.,  MY OWN TWIST ON…

“The Road Not Taken”
 

Two roads diverged as separate moods:    
       I mourned the chance of choosing wrong;         
        And, as it stood, when paths grew long…           
Springing forth through winsome woods;

   I garnered strength to grasp this song.    
  
 

 

  I choose ‘the other’; it seemed as fair  

Having [perhaps] some better claim; 

Though [as for that!], the passing there,

Had worn them really ‘bout the same.

Both paths ‘that morning’ equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden thin;  

I marked the left for nether day,
And marveled then of life’s long way,
Back to where first doubts begin.

 

I shall be telling this tale ‘mid sighs
In future 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 diff-er-ence!

 

Adapted from the original verse by Robert Frost