The Road Not Taken

Dan — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 08:10:35 +0000

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.

Satisfaction?

Dan — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:38:44 +0000

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.

– George Bernard Shaw (Overruled (1912))

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The Road Not Taken

Satisfaction?