The road not taken
Where might it have led?
Or was it a thought unspoken
A book that was never read?

A lifetime’s view
In retrospect
Was there nothing in it to rue
That another way might not correct?

But that would mean
Of all the best
In life could merely be a dream
With right or wrong laid to rest.

When I, a man
In deep despair
Know that changing fortunes can
Fill sails with winds more fair,

And hinged with false woe
Is rationed hope;
The road is chosen, on I go
Hoping against hope that I can cope.