Poem of the Day - Part 27

 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.

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Note: the narrator in the poem chooses to take the road less traveled.  In the last photo, I am suggesting that being gay is a road less traveled (which it is), but I do not mean to imply that it's a choice.  We all know it's not.  But I think the metaphor that walking the road less traveled has made all the difference is apt and powerful.