http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com
Path Not Taken
I can not tell you
Of the path not taken
I do not know that road,
The faces are unfamiliar,
For I chose another,
Even though the path not taken
May have been the right one,
I do not regret,
The path chosen.
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Not Just A Cup
Not Just a Cup Southern born Not a tea drinker Always coffee For me Although I often find Bitter taste Of the dark brew A bit muc...
-
Not Just a Cup Southern born Not a tea drinker Always coffee For me Although I often find Bitter taste Of the dark brew A bit muc...
-
A Piece of Yarn i opened the door startled a pair of fly catchers they flew in unison a perfect circle... then another ...
8 comments:
Sometimes its hard enough to know the road you are on, never mind the one you didn't take. Well said.
Beautifully said. It is good to travel with other spirits. It is good to travel.
Nicely done!
To live with no regrets -s no looking back and saying, "What if?" -- is a desirable life.
Just had a quick look at your website, your work looks pretty amazing.
An elegant poetic statement of philosophical acceptance of the way chosen. A good place to be.
Pragmatic, but yet a hint, perhaps, of wonder?
Post a Comment