The Road Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Those words so real to me
As Frost well wrote so long ago
Haunts well my memory

For I like him have found myself
At crossroads filled with doubts
With which to choose, the easier
Or that where danger touts

Decision trees: a modern term
For moments in our years
That will determine yes or no
If laughter passes tears

Backward vision they would say
Brings clarity at best
But at the time when strike you must
Your eyesight fails the test

And so I journey down the trail
New junctures there's no lack
The harshest lesson with me goes
There is no turning back

Two roads diverged into a wood
A common pedigree
But right or wrong the trails I choose
Define the living me

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