26.9.11

24.9.11

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost - poem

























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.

By Robert Frost

5.9.11

Getting Old

























You know you're getting older when you now no longer order a mocha caramelatte and, instead, a latte with no sugar becomes your morning fix; you prefer tea without milk or sugar; you crave a '2&5' Vit A fruit juice instead of your usual 'strawberry squeeze' smoothie at Boost Juice; and when a cup of green tea before bed becomes a daily ritual...
Hello mid-twenties.
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