The Road Not Sauntered
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not saunter both
And being a cat 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 paws,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both yada yada
In leaves no step yada yada yada.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing yada yada
I shall be telling this with a purr
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less sauntered by,
And that has made all the difference.
~Poet Cat Jack~
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secretary administrative assistant tells me that I need to link to the real poem by Robert Frost. Fine! Here is The Road Not Taken.