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
The lie is not disappointing. It’s the role truth plays.
The one-day butterfly, born in an autumn sorrow,
You’ll think always
That leaves just die, and never grow.
Take that late flower. Dance a while.
And you will see it fades away.
But what’s important is your smile.
Believe me, it has made my day.
You say your day’s not started yet?
But all is gone. Feel no regret.