The End of Poems

Today is a momentous day...for today is the day I have run out of AIM poems. That's it, I'm out of poems for the retro section. So...I really don't have anything else to put up here besides new poems (which I still need to write). Maybe I'll think of something in the future, maybe I'll just leave it the way it is now, who knows. For now...enjoy a complimentary poem from Robert Frost:

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.

Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken"