The Road Not Taken

At this pivotal time in our nation's history, we must be especially mindful to make the right choices. To rebuild our democracy to one of decency that commands respect around the world, and to place it in the hands of leaders who will preserve it, will be our hope, no matter which side of the aisle we are on.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

—Robert Frost