The road not taken

The road not taken

I stood and glanced at the two roads that diverged in the woods
One seemed pleasant and beautiful
While the other was a road filled with thorns

I took the road less traveled by,
People seemed to love the road filled with thorns
Just a few of us,
Threaded the beautiful road.
But I kept on walking.

They had told me about the gold that was hidden in one of the roads,
I assumed it was the one beautifully designed.
As I kept walking, I grew weary.
The others did too.

There was no gold.

We got to the end of the road with nothing.

Our master shook his head in disappointment.

The others that threaded the ugly road came out with gold and diamonds, dancing gleefully.
The master commended their efforts.

I had ignored the ugly road, I wanted no stress or pain, I wanted comfort. 

Not knowing, that at the end of the road not taken, I would find my Gold.

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