The Difference?

There use to be the time when I would write loads and loads of poems. As a matter of fact, i still have'em in a notebook. But, now when i re-read those poem, they seem a little childish, but not so when I wrote them years back, i actually consider those poem i wrote as some sort of master piece.

But there is one poem, that will always stay with me no matter what. I came across this poem back in Sec School, it was part of the literature context that we were suppose to study. The poem didn't hit me as hard as it did now, it did not hold a special meaning to me...it was just homework back then.

But I suppose we change our minds, we mature and we see things differently as we grow...Here you go, the poem that will always stay in my heart, that speaks off my journey...

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

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.

Mountain Interval. 1920.