Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

I really love you for writing such an inspiring poem. Thanks.

Bravo, Frost. Bravo...

he was atlast right about the decision he made in life back then! !

It will mean different things to different people based upon their bushel basket of life's experiences - and this meaning may change from year to year for that person. That is the beauty of art in that the creator can create a dialogue of meaning with each of us - each a little different. I celebrate no grand unified theory of what might be the right interpretation.

This is proably my favourite poem. Life is about choices.

making decisions, so hard...

This is my absolute favorite poem. I love it and another poem by Robert Frost called Fire and Ice.

I like to believe that the poem is about making a difference. You might regretted the outcome, but you couldn't changed it. What you know is at least you have decide your own path, and make a difference.

I like to believe that the poem is about making a difference. You might regretted the outcome, but you couldn't changed it. What you know is at least you have decide your own path, and make a difference.

He's saying he's smart enough not to step in his own poop on the way back.