
a dear brother, Samuel, gave me such encouragement & appreciation that prompted this second poem, another theme very close to my heart, one that requires lots of nursing...
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; 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. The Road Not Traveled, Robert Frost (1874-1963)
