Rome is death. The road not taken, is the road taken by another, making the road less travelled travelled by you and another. Regardless, death is waiting for all. High road or the low road we all will be pushing up daisies and becoming bug food. No matter, I still sit under the shade of my porch. To many acorns, bugs and pine needles sitting under the shade of a tree. I will always know how to get to my tree on the road.
I reread the poem "The road not taken" by Robert Frost. I think of Frank Sinatra and the song "my way." I can not do it my way, someone has been on the road before and will be on it after me. Oh, this me carving on a tree in those woods not clearly seen on that road taken. Lots of people been carving out here. This is when I just want to be enviromentalist and not carve on trees but give a human a light if they ask me. I will let them know unequivocally it is Jesus that lights all of these roads.
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