All My Own

On a road well worn I was pushed along

to reach the destination I was shown;

I never really liked how it was paved

and where it led was not where I would go.

In time I came to where the road diverged

and had to choose the route that I would take

I stood there in the crossroads unimpressed

for every road was paved and manicured.

"Take a road that's safe" they said all pointing

as if they were the guides of every truth

and my success depended on their plans

so I could reach the mountaintop at last.

So fed up with the courses they had made

I turned and headed for the gnarly wood

and chose a route none others ever had

to forge a path through life all on my own.

_{Notes: This is a tribute poem to Robert Frost done in a style similar to his verse and themes.}

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