The poem below is by a poet named Robert Frost. It is one of my favorite poems, because it talks about making a tough decision. Normally in life, the easy, most clear, most beautiful path is the one with the danger at the end. The path that is right, is the one that is the hardest and happens to be the one that the fewest seem to go down. But it's a path that needs more people to follow it.
Please read, enjoy and think about this poem. Especially the last part that is typed in red. That is the meat of the message of the poem.
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;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
