Walking through a wood one day
I came across two paths leading around a lake
I pondered which one to take; looking at
Them both they looked almost identical,
After all they may both circumnavigate the lake.
But looking closer I could see one path was
Overgrown with weeds and wild flowers
And the other had potholes.
Undecided I let Clara off her lead to see which one
She preferred. She sniffed the air and looked
Trusting at me to decide. If I took the path with the
Potholes I thought I could walk around them.
If I took the path covered with weeds and wild flowers
There might be snakes in the grass: The decision was
Mine alone.
This centralised metaphor runs not the current of the poem only but governs the life as well! ! ! ! ! !
A great poem, the only time we will know if the path we take in life is a good one, is when we have walked it.
Khairul, I would chose the path.................... I have to keep you in suspense, that is partially what my poem is about. I hope to leave the reader with a question not an answer.
This is what, our in our lives almost all have to face one way or another..well another great gem from ur side Sir
Good decision..Before choosing any path, one does a fair calculations. Sometimes after going half way we will feel the other side was greener. But each path there is something hidden in it, which we can never anticipate. The path which look simple may be full of wonders leaving us shattered and the path which look something uncomfortable may be little bit cool too. Anyway one has to choose, cause there is no choice.life has to move on. Beautiful poem...Loved reading it.
in our life we will always come across two diverging paths, .......we have to chose the better one and that make all the difference.......and i think this poem is homologous to the road not taken by Robert frost
Well I should think it obvious that the dog should always choose the path more traveled! (smile)
Poet you are a great watcher and you know the short cut is never the better way....
In life we face making decisions everyday, sometimes they can be life changing! Lovely write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
something like road not taken by robert frost great lines