All those fresh leaves,
pale yellow, never trodden,
on the road not taken,
envied the road always taken.
They didn't know how
the well-trodden leaves felt,
everytime a traveller
walked over them.
Trampled and crushed, rotten
unlike the fresh yellow
of the road not taken.
Ignored and never cared for,
or trampled and abandoned,
what's better?
Either way, you make no difference.
Or do you?
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