The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost, 1916
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;
……..
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.
回首2016 年, 我走的路。
As I look back at this year, somehow this poem came to my mind. Unsurprising, for 2016 is the year I retire from my full time work, something that most people cannot imagine or comprehend. It is not an impulsive decision yet it was rash. Like the traveler mentioned in the poem, I had stood long at the crossroad of the 2 paths, looking as far as ......
