THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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,
Beacuse it was grassy and wanted wear;
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Somewhere ages and ages hence
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I'm so sorry people, but I have moved. =)
No more entries here, for I, have happily moved! =D
I came back here to visit, and was touched by Destiny's comment. The new link's here, just for your sake. =)