When Two Roads Diverge Poem by Shirley Harrison

If the great Robert Frost himself, was right

and two roads really did diverge

leaving me a choice

following the one I thought was right

how would I ever know

which one I should really choose?

and so

my reflection begins…



if they were both painted in colour?

blue and green



well, green was the favorite colour of my best friend

I use the term was, because she is no longer here on earth

and blue because it's my lucky colour

along with the number fifteen?

so if I chose the green one

would I be completely

respecting my best friend who died?

trusting a ghost that I will always love?

trusting it was lucky for her?

or respecting my very own good luck?

and if I chose the blue one

for my very own selfish reasons

and it didn't work out

would I always wish

I'd chosen the green?

because green is the colour

that remind me of her face?



I can certainly tell you this

sometimes…

life's conundrums are surely wasted

on a poet.