The poem below was published in 1916 and appears to suggest that once embarked upon life’s course cannot be altered. The Great Depression began in 1929 and lasted 10 years. From that time to COVID-19 many people continue to live in degrading poverty, although they contribute what little they have to the success and wealth of many.
Can we really not return to the beginning? Every day we wake, it’s a new day and an opportunity to explore the “next road.” After reading this poem for the 100th time I’ll like to make some observations. Please understand, this is my journey, but if you find it helpful, join me. For support visit https://www.guidinglightmsc.org or email info@guidinglightmsc.org
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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.
