( I guess im comfortable right now. . I hope so. Shall wait for time to pass by to decide. We have indeed grew up, and have taken our own path. But still i miss the old days, where friends are much closer. After spm, foundation, degree time an all. How old we become, the experience will always remain in the heart) 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. Robert Frost
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 10:11:46 +0000
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