In a childish woods I used to play.
& Stopping by one snowy day,
I saw two paths fork, each a different way.
Undecided, long I stayed
And eventually down I lay
Nearly slipping into sleep, my thoughts did stray.
And I, wondering how long I might delay
The choosing of my route that day.
Now miles between and long ago
I find I do not know
If better was the road I chose
often do I wonder, though:
If only I might’ve stayed,
If only I might’ve stayed
there, so soft, so white, & I
so knock off it’s practically cut-up of Frost. still, that last stanza has appeal.
that was kinda the point… it’s more an excercise than anything… I have a hard tyme with rhyme.
I figured it was the point, I was just agreeing with you. I should have just said I like that last part best. That’s what should be stresst. Didn’t mean to be a pest.