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.