In answer to “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in the wood and I
I took the one deep rutted
by traveler’s feet.
A time tried trail
vetted by those that came before.
I aimed for the town
those consistent padders’ own
and made record time
as they must when coming
to the place that is mine.
I took tea and broke bread
and all things that come
with taking the normed path.
I conducted my business
and profited us both
and left with a smile
to plod back home.
I thought on a tale
shared over our cups
of a daring man who tried
a different path and died.
Well, at least that was the gossip
and it made as much sense as not.
If his aim was mine
then he failed in that
and if he aimed
where I headed back
then he missed as well
and if he wanted a different place
then that’s his chance
he took with fate.
Instead, I chose to travel twice
along the path
along my life
and headed back to home I go
along the path of safety known.
The Proud Dandelion 