The Road Not Taken Is A Poem By Robert Frost

This words say everything needed for planning a trip. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled."

As I sit in my room, the morning Islamic call to prayer in Kara, Togo has started, the daily reminder, I am on a path not taken.

On January 2, 2014, I will travel from Kara, Togo to Tamale, Ghana, and I cannot find anyone who has taken the trip. The Lonely Planet guidebook notes it as an border crossing, with no comment. Meaning, the guidebook writer did not make the trip, and does not know of anyone who has made the trip. Which is exactly the reason I am going to make the trip, it is the road less traveled.

Travelers throw many a temper tantrum, Robert Frost poem, "The Road Less Taken," make our confusion appear profound.

 The Road Not Taken

The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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