poem by robert frost the road not taken
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He was the powerful and influencing heir of B City, the merciless head of the commercial world, but the divorce papers made him lose his cool.
“Sign the divorce papers, daddy,” said the 5-year-old boy.
This man had the divorce papers thrown in his face by his wife six years ago, and was now being pushed by his own son to sign the papers.
“That would make you a single-parent child,” said Gu Juexi coldly.
“Mommy said unicorns don’t exist but men like you do,” the boy leered at his father and said.
Gu Juexi’s face fell. ‘That damned woman.’
“You haven’t signed the papers,” the boy reminded as the man left. As usual, the door shut in his face.
Good lord… Dad and mom are not getting a divorce and are giving him a baby brother? How worrying!
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The Road Not Taken 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; 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 kept 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. Robert Frost