But I Shall Call it Conversion

     '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.'

     The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

     (...but as for my own life, I shall just call it 'Conversion')


        Painting: Henry Ward Ranger, Autumn Woodlands