Reading recently about Robert Frost’s famous poem “The Road Not Taken”, I discovered why he wrote it. (Here is a wonderful description of Frost’s “joke” and an analysis of the poem itself).
I found the story amusing, because I have also spent half a century, like his poet friend, wondering which way to take. Now, at the sunset years of my life, I have come to yet another crossroad, but this time I have decided to take the liberty of amending Frost’s last stanza:
HIS OPUS:
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.
MY REFRAME:
I am now telling this with a sigh
As it has been ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I was foolishly duped and took the wrong turn,
And stumbled and fell and saw hell,
But now I found the one less traveled by,
And that has made and will make all the difference.
Dum Spiro Spero 