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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

The Road Not Taken -a poem by Robert Frost.


The 'Road Not Taken' is a poem written by Robert Frost.  It was one of my older brother, Michael's favorite poems.Though physically Michael was masculine through and through, , he also had a  very loving, gentle and sensitive soul. When he was 27 , after many years of fighting depression, he killed himself. And life for those of us left behind was changed forever. That was many years ago but the legacy  it has left behind in my life has been and will be with me in each and every moment  and each and every bbreath of my life until my last breath is taken  and the very last moment of my life on this earth.  Though many people do not want to hear anything negative because they  want everything said to be understanding and compassionate, the truth is that  the legacy of suicide is pain and  shattered lives. No one is ever better off. There is nothing positive about such a legacy. It is completely and totally negative for anyone effected by suicide. Life is worse than it could or would have been  if suicide  had not been a part of someone's life in any way. whether it came on the fringes barely noticed or as a huge part of the life experience.




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 layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I marked the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to wayI doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere 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.