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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