C’mon Mr. Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And I took the one less traveled by.
Maybe that was the only path that was good,
The path was easy to take, I knew it would.
This road guides me home quicker before sun falls Nye.

My choice does not need to be discussed by any of you,
Nor does my action need second thought.
My decision no way has a deeper meaning or two,
I just needed to get home before night flew.
Hopefully reader, an over-analyzed version you were not taught.

Poems are way over-analyzed today.
I merely wanted home before black.
An English teacher may have something different to say,
Like how a secret message under these words lay.
But believe me reader, another meaning this poem lacks.

Why is the road less traveled by, one may ask.
Basically because no one comes to my home.
Or maybe the road was forgotten due to an overpass.
Deciphering poems is no easy task,
Simply enjoy the poem and do not let your mind roam.