THE ROAD WELL TAKEN

He had the morning to himself, to wander down the street,
as two roads diverged ahead, he wished he could cheat

The one going left, or that with a rightward lean,
one worn out but green, the other, squeaky clean

Books taught him, to take 'the road not taken',
But seeing the other, made longing awaken

Unique path, or the one where I would win?

‘Out of the box’, even if I want what lies in?

Looking at them both, he stood all day long,
turned around at night, when he heard his own song

But she sang it out of tune, making it better still,
He knew then, what mattered was his own will

So he took the road well taken, a new story to create,
others on the path, will in no way, his life abate.