We each are on a journey
Each journey has a path
As we travel to our futures
We carry the knowledge of our pasts.
We each leave a trail behind us
Which twists and turns it so
And though alone we may feel small
As one we make one whole.
Our footprints are already left before us
As we take each one newly step-by-step
They were laid out ahead of us
Before our journeys begun.
There`s a path
that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows,
And beneath the silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows
Where the early violets lean.
Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Has no end and no beginning—
Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the wind-flowers and the lilies.
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
Thoughtful and timeless, no tangibility.
Laughing with friends, letting things be.
Absorbing a sunset, much color in opaque.
Simple and earthy, a rainbow's soft touch.
Options are endless, secret trails reveal much.
Closing my eyes and feeling life near;
walking a line, wanting me clear.
Knowing I am loved; just hearing the wind.
These are the paths I choose to befriend.
Two roads diverged in a
yellow wood,
And sorry I could not
travel both
And be one traveler,
long I stood
And looked down one as
far as I could
To where it bent in the
undergrowth;
Then took the other, as
just as fair,
And having perhaps the
better claim,
Because it was grassy
and wanted wear;
Though as for that the
passing there
Had worn them really
about the same,
And both that morning
equally lay
In leaves no step had
trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for
another day!
Yet knowing how way
leads on to way,
I doubted if I should
ever come back.
I shall be telling this
with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages
hence:
Two roads diverged in a
wood, and I--
I took the one less
traveled by,
And that has made all
the difference.
Robert Frost
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