Ode to Robert Frost

She walked along the streets of her past
Wondering where she had been
Looking for answers to questions
That had long been forgotten
The streets had narrowed
Since her first walk
The directions became clear
Having been traveled by her small feet
The step became worn
By blood she once shed
Robert Frost sits at the table at the end of the hall
He asked, “Which road do you prefer to travel miss?”
She searched hard to answer
Looking at the path behind her
The one traveled by her one to many times
There he sat patiently as she observed her choices
A road with all the pitfalls that life has to hold
A road of nothing but easy streets paved by those who went before
She looks into his eyes and muttered
“I’ll take the road full of hardships and make my life my own.”