The Road Not Taken, a la Shmoop. I'm always second guessing my choices. I almost called this poem, "The Road Taken." Then I started obsessing over all the other titles I could have picked. Would I regret not going with something grittier, like "That one time I wore new shoes on a walk and got really bad blisters?
" I guess the grass is always greener on the other path. Or is it brownish yellowish? Argh, this is so hard! My worst case of indecision happened when I was going for a walk in a forest, and I came to a fork in the road. I stepped over it, and there were two pathways in front of me.
My GPS didn't work way out here in the boonies, so I didn't have any guidance to tell me which route to take. Candidate A was a fine looking specimen, with appealing scenery, and no visible predators. Candidate B looked pretty great, too, and it seemed wilder and overgrown, like it hadn’t been landscaped for a while.
But now that I looked closer… Road A also seemed to be untamed by the sneakers of man. Or, at least, I couldn’t see too many Cheetos wrappers on the ground.
I decided to settle this in a mature, reasonable manner. I could always come back another time and take Road A. Anytime I wanted to. Although I wasn’t really doing much walking, now that I had my Fat-burnatron 2000. …and the forecast was calling for rain … …and my fantasy football league was in full swing.
So I didn’t really have time for another relationship. And it's not like I was going to hurt the road’s feelings or anything… Oh, well. What's done is done. And this road is great! We've had some really good times together.
But I can't help thinking about that other road. I know someday I'll be sitting in my armchair, boring my kids with “What Ifs?” What if I had taken that first road? Maybe I would have discovered a doorway to another dimension, or a new species of feral guinea pig! I guess I'll never know what I missed….