With apologies to Robert Frost

[bonathanjarrett]

The Route Not Taken

 

Two routes diverged on an alpine peak

And sorry I could not climb the pair

And be one climber; by the creek,

I looked up at the ridgeline bleak

To where it scraped the frozen air;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was virgin and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

 

Both that morning did equally shine

In ice no boot had trodden down.

Oh, I kept the first for the next day fine!

Yet knowing how line leads on to line

I doubted I should come back around.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two routes diverged on a peak, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.