Choice

Two roads To be, or not to be
diverged in a yellow wood,
and both Must give us pause
that morning Dread equally lay.

I could not travel both. And
by opposing end them
Long I stood
and looked down one Perchance
to dream 
as far’s No more I could.

I doubted if… No traveler returns
if I should e’er come back, And
makes us rather bear those ills
we have
ages and ages hence.

Two roads To be, or not to be
diverged in a yellow wood…
And lose the name and that has made
Of action all the difference.

A collage poem. Words in italics by William Shakespeare; words not in italics by Robert Frost. Placing of words by me.

 

Image credit – More Than A Sunday Faith

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