There are poems, literature and quotations that crowd our memory for space and we try to recall the best. On occasion, you find one republished and it kindles in you the reason you liked it the first time. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is one such poem. I have a recording of it in Frost's own voice. His spoken words, in his New England dialect with flat delivery, gives meaning to the words on page more than a mere reader can discern. He stresses some lines stronger and in the end you truly believe that this poem is something from his own experiences.

There are choices each of us have made that affected all that came after them. Some we share and others we do not. In the poem, the road that was chosen "made all the difference" . These are the last words we read. We are left wondering if it was a good difference or one less satisfactory. I will leave it to you to make that decision.

The Road Not Taken
by 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, 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.