Saturday, July 18, 2020

The Road Not Taken


The road not taken*
Now full of sorrow 
And filled with many of sighs.
Far away from the advice 
Of the Wise.

Now I cry.
Cry for the suffering.
Cry for the poor.
Cry for the dead,
Laying in the rows and rows of grave sites ahead.  

I cry in
Rage against the injustices.
I cry in
Rage against the inequalities.
On and on I cry.  

We will be telling in tears,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
Sad we took the lesser by,
And that has made all the difference.



*"The Road Not Taken", the original, is a poem by Robert Frost.

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