Stopping by the Woods on a Boring Evening

Remember those woods that split in a yellow wood;
I took the one less traveled on, and so forth?
sometimes these days I wonder if I should
have chosen the traveled road on which to go forth;

left behind these dismal desert places,
gone into business: plumber, technician, jeweler;
typed in an office, got to see new faces,
gossiped each day around the water cooler;

become a lawyer, businessman, inventor;
worked in a building thirty stories high--
anywhere but a suburban shopping center:
something there is that doesn't like a mall.


ooh! :p sorry...