Around That Bend
A response to Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less-traveled by…”
Or so I say with a sigh, yet I
Remember the other was “just as fair,”
And really the grass was just as green,
The fallen leaves were no more black,
No footprints marréd either path.
I say, “It made all the difference,” yet
I cannot know where the other led.
Sometimes I lay upon my bed
And dream of what I might have met
If I had stepped around that bend.
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