Frost...

Robert, not Jack.

It may be obvious that I am completely bored at work today. That doesn't mean that I have nothing to do. On the contrary, I actually need to complete a thick packet of information for an evaluation, as well as write a memo. However, I feel like doing neither of these. Instead, I would rather post on here for everyone else's amusement.

Now, back to Robert. One of my all time favorite poems is The Road Not Taken. To add some culture to this blog, I thought I would post that poem on here. So, here goes.

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.

- Robert Frost