remember when we used to learn a poem by robert frost? it was in middle school ( form 2-3) if my memory serves me correctly. well.. at first i hated it. it's just another poem to come out in exam and make my life worst. but somehow out of nowhere.. it keeps on hitting me back during most of the difficult part of my life. and later i finally understand what it meant. not by notes for PMR, but rather life changing event, turning points of life.. or just a time where u know u just couldnt go back. and it helps more or less at those time. anyway, just another fruit of thought. wont hurt by reading it and make my day ^^
the road not taken
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; 5
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, 10
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. 15
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.
robert frost
