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 back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto 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.
------Robert Frost--------
Tomorrow is the 45th anniversary of JFK's vicious murder. My thoughts go out to the surviving members of the Kennedy clan, who have gracefully endured the traumas and awful slanders of the last years. I am thinking also, about how America would be a better and brighter place had JFK lived.
