The woods.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

and be one traveler

Long I stood

And stood

And stood.

Then looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Knowing how way leads on to way

I fear for both, uncertain of today

Both roads are grassy and wanting wear.

Both roads are having the better claim.

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I won't be coming back?

To choose another would be to

Deny the other

Both are grassy and wanting wear.

I stopped and paused at

Two roads that diverged in a yellow wood

And prayed for help to travel both

I looked above as long as I could

For today I had

Tomorrow I didn't

When I saw someone coming,

AH, a friend, then another and another.

Help had come as I knew it would.

To cheer for me on the path I took.

But for today-

But for today- a place to rest.

For though there are two roads in a yellow wood

I am in a spot made for waiting and living

Only to take the next path when needed.

And that will make all the difference.