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.

                                         by Robert Frost

Message to the Rivers Family

The poem describes the tough choices people stand for when traveling the road of life. A traveler comes to a fork in the road and needs to decide which way to go to continue his journey. After much mental debate, the traveler picks the road "less traveled by." Throughout our live we will encounter many forks in the road of life and will need to decide which way to go. With these choices comes consequences that we must be prepared to deal with. Choose your roads to travel on carefully and as you travel that road, understand that there is the possibility that you probably won't pass that way again, so make the best of every given opportunity and that will make all the difference in your life.