How I Sometimes Feel

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.

Remember back in middle school when you had to analyze poems? I feel with age, and looking back to this poem I once explicated years ago, I now understand it with a new meaning. We may learn year after year, but sometimes the material we learn is not absorbed until years after; and looking back, that is the jest of life. Somehow this poem popped up in my mind randomly and so I googled it. Rereading it, it has a different sense of comprehension and enlightenment to my current life. I think I'm going to try and read some more poems this summer...get the literary and artsy side out of me.