The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

 Today is my brother's birthday and I thought again how unusual lives 3 siblings, from a traditional "Leave it to Beaver" type environment. (and I say that with a big smile-thankful for the experience!), led.

So different from our friends, huh? I paint, he sails, my twin was a poet/musician and my husband is an artist......

 "If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away. "

So Mike, many more birthdays-journey on! Here's to The paths less traveled! Life is good!

The Road Not Taken          

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 marked 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.

Robert Frost