Thoughts of a Cynic While Hiking


Two roads diverged in a wood,

And I took the one less traveled by;

It hasn’t made any positive difference.

The journey took two minutes longer

Because I tripped over a ground root

And broke my leg. I probably

Worsened the pain by dragging

The leg along the ground,

Which, I might add, was quite rough

And I always hated Robert Frost.