jb says: Not necessarily just one thing unencumbered by the rest, chico. But somewhere in there there’s a guy reflecting on tf of his life, the way he saw or thought he saw choices before him and took or thought he took one in preference to the others. But one man’s meaning is another man’s dilema, doncha know.

Then, a few years later when I was tramping around Banff, Canada, I remember walking along a track and coming to a forked path and thought of this again.

I love the last paragraph/stanza:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

jb says: Hi James. Good to see you here. Great that you liked the poem, but, hey, what’s not to like? Thanks for the anecdotes about it.

jb says: Good to hear from you, Rachel. We’re thinking of coming up to Scotland for Hogmanay, or perhaps just get plastered and make believe . . .