time goes by . . .
five and ten days in an instant yet some instant is an hour and these calendar confusions all my wishes will devour
sign post
two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry i could not travel both and be one traveller, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could then took the other as just as fair and having perhaps the better claim as it was grassy and wanted wear and as for that [...]
Posted at 11:38 pm on 14/04/2008 | leave a comment | Filed Under: poem | Tagged: choices, difference, poem, road, robert frost, travel | read on
