There were just two roads in the woods for me.
I saw that one was short and the other long,
The former was free and I clearly see;
Trip through the latter could take a yearlong.
I was confused which way to go in life:
Both roads were neatly tarred and beautiful,
But I feared that the ends were torn by strife
Or that I could face a tough life struggle.
I chose the shorter road though but was scared.
Halfway I realized it was less traveled:
“I’ve erred and can’t dare the end,” I declared.
“It’s short but lack what I need,” I grumbled.
My judgement had cost me time and effort,
Now I’ll retrace my path for my comfort.
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This post is in response to the daily prompt: The Road Less Traveled