I.e.,
MY OWN TWIST ON…
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 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.
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;
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.
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!
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
