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.
This is one of my favourite poems and I've shared it because it seems to me that, at the moment, we have a choice about which road to take next. Recent days and weeks have shown us that we have choices, and that there is an alternative to the life we have been leading, or the attitudes and prejudices that we have been harbouring.
Writing prompt: As we slowly emerge from the restrictions of lock-down, how will you choose to move forward? Have your attitudes changed? Will you take a different path? Write for ten minutes in answer to these questions. Don't plan, stop to think about, or edit what you have written, just let the words flow.
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