LIFE AT 50

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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,just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as far as the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that  morning equally lay

In leave no steps had trodden black.

Oh,I kept the first for another day!

Yet know 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 yellow wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

At 50 as I look back and review my life,I've always traveled a path different than most. Some understand and I am appreciated,some will never understand.