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Written by Cindy Lac, a reimagining of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”
How foolhardy was I to take the old, trodden road
Of my predecessors that I had shadowed before
Of the well-read, the trendy mode
Unfortunately, I had not travelled as far from my abode
As I stumble and stutter in front of all…and what for?
To follow the quintessential path, to rise above the rest
Maybe I’d hit a stroke of luck? A courageous idea to mull
I considered taking the other road, well, contemplated at best,
Insofar as perusing the famed and fabled that took that conquest
I shook my head – no! I would rather dully die than die dull
As I stand there, trifled with fear of being seen as an arse
Petrified, unduly robbed of my once prolific productivity
My juniors overtake me, the eyes bright and steadfast
I can’t help but groan at my disappearing class
Mulling over what could have been, at the cost of creativity
I tell this tale, forewarning the immature
Don’t be afraid to be mistaken, to awaken
To witness the bent undergrowth, unshaken
To experience their own minds within the wildness of human nature
Alas, to take… the road not taken
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