The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

My father is a literature enthusiast and an educator, has dedicated his working life, family life and hobbies to teach, curriculum development, reading and moulding young people into adopting a reading culture. My fondest memories of him in my primary and high school years was sitting down together to dissect poems, so thoroughly that you feel the poet's heartbeat pulsating beside you, moving you, consuming you. He made me realize that it is not just the words, you read in between the stanzas, pose, reflect. I became an enthusiast myself, just like him. I wrote silly little poems in my childhood, he said he liked them, I believe him. The first impactful poem we read together was Frost's 'The Road not Taken', others believe it to be 'The Road Less Travelled', well it is not. It did make all the difference, I hope to you too. Find it below:

Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

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.