This poem of Robert Frost " The Road Not Taken" has touched my heart. I find this piece of poetry closely related to our lives... and is so true. 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. And below is a poetry written by an individual named John Mark III as his interpretation to the Frost's "Road Not Taken" As I walk along the scattered leaves I can feel my heart breaking inside This path is full of brambles and thorns I would take the road back But I cannot find the way Because my tracks have disappeared I have not left strong imprints I look for a way back through the trees While all the others walk past me I cannot find a path and I keep walking Down the road frequently travelled I reached the end in a sunny meadow And there I saw my friend who I had left So long ago Though my path was harder They both lead to the same place We discover a new path together It is the only visibl path out of here It is is covered in dead leaves and thorns Brambles and obstacles My friend, who had taken the easier road Was hurt easily He laid down and had to rest He soon died It turned out that the road less taken Was a short road