Melting some of the Frost off the poem, "The Road Not Taken"
Lex Zaleta
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We can stride confidently down the road(s) we've chosen, or we can look back with regret at the road(s) we didn't take.
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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
The road was straight, from there to here;
We held no hate, we felt no fear.
The hand of fate had made it clear:
Don’t hesitate, be of good cheer.
We both stopped time, and held our breaths –
No secret sign, no shibboleths.
Don’t go mistakin’
The road not taken
For that yellow brick road.
You’ll find heartache ‘n
Happiness waitin’
Any way that you go.
The dark years pass, they leave us gray;
They come so fast, then crawl away.
Nothing can last, it all decays.
The die is cast, numbers our days.
Your heart and mine, joined until death.
In pantomime, we both were blessed.
Don’t go mistakin’
The road not taken
For that yellow brick road.
You’ll find heartache ‘n
Happiness waitin’
Any way that you go.
Don’t go mistakin’
The road not taken
For that yellow brick road.
You’ll find heartache ‘n
Happiness waitin’
Any way that you go.
A crooked trail lies before us;
A tragic tale, a Greek chorus.
It’s like a jail in this forest.
They teach us Braille, then ignore us.
We both stopped time, and held our breaths –
No secret sign, no shibboleths.
Your heart and mine, joined until death.
In pantomime, we both were blessed.
It’s like a jail in this forest.
They teach us Braille, then ignore us.
Don’t go mistakin’
The road not taken
For that yellow brick road.
You’ll find heartache ‘n
Happiness waitin’
Any way that you go.
Copyright © 2007 Lex Zaleta
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