A: Two Paths in the Desert

Two paths diverged in the California high desert,
And tired of trying to travel both
And be one traveler, far too long I stood
And looked down the way I knew
To where my efforts faded to ash, and my soul broke;

Then I took the other, without pause,
And fearing what lie ahead, but undeterred,
Because it was steep and want for wear;
Though as for that the passing there
I knew I’d never be the same,

And both lay as ever that Sunday morning,
Ready to be worn to black.
Oh, I left the first, never to return.
And knowing now how Way leads on to Way,
I know I will never turn back.

I shall be yelling this with boldness
Everywhere for ages and ages hence:
My roads diverged in the desert and I—
I took the Way less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Yes, this is a redux the famous Robert Frost poem “The Road Not Taken.”