Brendan Beary : All Roads Lead to Roaming

Two roads diverged in a rural scene:
One through a valley, meek and mild
With pin-straight lanes and sight-lines clean,
And one towards mountains, deep ravine
And forest, unexplored and wild.

The voice of prudence bid me stay
On highways simple, straight and clear,
And yet I felt the urge to stray
For where the undiscovered lay
And pathways I could pioneer.

In retrospect, I was unwise:
I lost my way a time or two,
And let adventure cloud my eyes
To what I should prioritize,
As soi-disant explorers do.

I shall retell this tale, I guess,
For years to come with deep regret:
Two roads diverged, and I must confess,
I disobeyed the GPS --
That's why I missed your birthday fête.