I studied science in school. But,instead of geography, i took on Literature. Literature was one subject i always scaled and loved at thesame time. We were three in all, the science students studying Literature that is, and we rotated the first three positions, much to the shame and mockery of art students. Their teacher used to tell them that we left our own work to do theirs and beat them at it 😂😂😂
Anyway, it was through this subject, i met and fell in love with one of the best poems I’ve ever read and have never forgotten.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1916)
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.