Monday, December 30, 2013

Robert Frost's poem on The Road Not Taken, on New Year's Eve

As 2014 approaches, we look back on the amazing year that was and remember the best of 12 months of truly wonderful travels and fabulous adventures. 

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Every year is full of opportunities to make decisions, big and small.

We often don't know what the outcome will be when we choose one path over another; but let us hope that the paths we choose in 2014 will be the ones that will bring happiness.

Wherever in the world you may be tonight, we wish you a most wonderful year ahead.

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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