| Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, |
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| And sorry I could not travel both |
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| And be one traveler, long I stood |
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| And looked down one as far as I could |
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| To where it bent in the undergrowth; |
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| Then took the other, as just as fair, |
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| And having perhaps the better claim, |
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| Because it was grassy and wanted wear; |
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| Though as for that the passing there |
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| Had worn them really about the same, |
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| And both that morning equally lay |
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| In leaves no step had trodden black. |
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| Oh, I kept the first for another day! |
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| Yet knowing how way leads on to way, |
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| I doubted if I should ever come back. |
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| I shall be telling this with a sigh |
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| Somewhere ages and ages hence: |
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| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I? |
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| I took the one less traveled by, |
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| And that has made all the difference. |
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It is an interesting poem by Robert Frost…
Next time you are stuck in your office researching/working hard … while your friends are out having fun; or you are a student studying, while all your friends are playing…
or
you are staying positive and not wasting your time speaking negatively about someone or something while others around you are….you are being loyal when others are not…you are positive, even during the bad times … while all those around you are complaining…
you are taking the road less traveled….
and I am certain that it will make “all the difference.”
abdulhamid
I came up with a short poem:
To an army of men he spoke
Of fear, of passion, of hope
Not to theorize but to make it happen
Of success – not as a dream nor a distant voice
But of naseba – success is a choice!
Abdul Hamid