a view from the bridge.

a view from the bridge.
Originally uploaded by LRose17
The Road Not Peddled

Two ways diverged in a big ol' town

Not sorry I could not travel both

and as one traveller, morning frowned

and looked at my bike bags down

And up to the rain clouds dark growth

Then thought of the other, a more public mode

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was air conditioned and better for hair

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn that one more than the same.

And both that morning equally were

Options from uptown to downtown then

Oh, I held the first for this very day!

Yet knowing my morning dismay,

Knew I would love the ride back!

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and down the week hence,

Two ways diverged in my mind, in my town and I--

I took the one less peddled by,

And that has made all the difference.

--inspired by Robert Frosts' "The Road Not Taken" and inspired by my quest to bike into work this morning despite a cloudy forecast.