I love reading poems. Most of them don’t make sense to me immediately, they are rather challenging since they give me the room to interpret them differently than how someone else might perceive it. Every time I read “The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost” I get a different image of how a person enters the woods and makes his choice of road to be traveled on. But if you consider the woods to be life and let’s be honest, woods are life, then this is just one of the many forks in his way.
you have read this poem a thousand times and for those who have not, the poem goes something like this;
So the traveler looked up into the woods and saw two roads, he stopped and thought about which one be best suited for himself? He saw that there are two paths, one has been trodden many times before – a promise comes with it that people before him trusted this path and the other is faint – it doesn’t seem safe. After a lot of thinking he makes his choice – he chose the path less traveled and rod on to find what lies ahead. And he says, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.“