Poet's Poem (mine and his)

"The Road Not Taken"

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.

"Two Roads"

You notice a clearing in the forest ahead,
But two paths there die lie.
You like the looks of both roads,
But which one? You can't decide.

There's one that leads to the river,
It's all sunny and bright.
But the path is torn, many have tred on it,
But the road seems so right.

You see the other, mysterious
You look for the path's end.
You can't see it, but along the way
You notice the track bends.

Intrigued by its mystique,
You choose the one less traveled.
And all of its mysterious wonders
You hope to unravel.

You have embraced the best of its mystery,
Its endless brilliance.
To take the road less traveled by
Has made all the difference.