The Road Well Chosen

By Jimmy

Then wrote the other, with tender care,
Perhaps since it was birthed by a poet fame
And because it was lovely and wanted wear;
Though I confess, thinking this clumsy dare
Had impoverished them really about the same,

And both this afternoon equally stay
In words no bits of ivory had written black
Oh, I saved the other light for another day!
Yet knowing how my mind has its strange way,
I doubt if I should invite it to come back.

I am writing this with a heavy sigh
Since The Lady's passing made my sad allowance;
Two roads diverged in her life, and she-
She took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

With Apologies to Robert Frost