Where to from here?

10 08 2006

I have lost my charm.
He’s losing interest.
I’m not serving the purpose
I was meant to.

His lost diaries
To be seen by a few
A close conversation
Me and you.

Too many footsteps
Have come this way
Let me be the one to say
Please stay away.

If I could tell you again
I d tell u to be aware
Let him close to open me
His deepest secrets are meant for thee

But say not a word.
Just know the man
He might not be worth it
But maybe he deserves a chance.





The Road Not Taken. Frost, Robert. 1920. Mountain Interval

24 05 2005

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. 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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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. 20