Jim Milks (2/7/1966 / Boston)

“Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and I be one traveler, long I stood1”

Two paths one well traveled and respected,
One overgrown and neglected
To be adventurous or to be virtuous.

To be Frost and take the “Road less Traveled”
Or to be safe and take the well traveled lane
I did what was expected, and turned from the neglected

However, I often ponder
the lesser traveled lane
and the time I do squander

Thought it is hard to ascertain
I have decided hence
That when two paths diverge in the wood
That sometimes the path you take makes no
Difference