The Roads Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
One was grassy, One was bare.
Each being charming as it could
Each lacking sway, neither fair nor good
They lay together- a happy pair
The air was rife with my confusion
So I asked passers-by why they chose
Then sat at the junction
Reeking dissatisfaction
Silence. They didn't know, I suppose.
Their footfalls echoed, then muted were
On treaded, the downtrodden.
Im glad to say I wandered there-
Even when the weather wasn't fair
And my horizons didn't broaden.
Some stopped and questioned me too
Called me crazy and all forlorn
Some understood, but could stand to choose
Some didn't notice; were too busy to
And walked right on
I shall tell this story with a sigh
If asked by one for my tuppence,
Two roads diverge in a wood, and I-
Sit there still, as time goes by
And that also makes a difference.
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Authors Note:
This poem is an alternative to Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
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