Poem

Robert Frost – 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.


After I read this poem, I think it is life. In our lives, we meet so many choices in different parts, and we have to choose one. It is hard to choose because maybe we want all, and we do not want to choose one. When I was the third year of senior high, I was demanded to choose one department which I liked most. Actually, I did not know what was my favorite. Every department semed to be wonderful, and I did not obviously like any subjects most. During that time, I shirked, and even I hated that kind of myself. It was hard time to me. I hoped the universities in Taiwan would be reformed because I like that kind of universities in America. We had a year to understand every subject of university was. In Taiwan, we would be told through seniors, teachers or some information on Internet. It is awful. Most people regret the department they chose. It wastes much time.