The Road Twice Taken
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
By Martin L. Shoemaker
Two roads diverged in a gray, dying wood.
And knowing I dare not travel each,
For one led to my doom, and that I would
Shun if that truth were in my reach.
But knowing naught, my only plan
Was following the steps that came before.
Who came afore me? Did this man
Know what each trail had in store?
The tracks were old, from some lost day
When these woods were yellow and fair.
But who now knew what lie that way?
No tracks returned, so destiny was there.
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