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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And being 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 sight,
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 -

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
scribbling in the sky the message He Is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I htought that love would last forever - I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W.H. Auden -

This Life Is Yours
Take the power to choose what you want to do
and do it well.
Take the power to love what you want in life
and love it honestly.
Take the power to walk in the forest
and be a part of nature.
Take the power to control your own life,
no one else can do it for you.
Take the power to make your life happy.

- Susan Polis Schutz -

I Did Not Die

Don't stand beside my grave and weep
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripend grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain

When you awaken in morning's hush
I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight
I am soft stars that shine at night.
Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

- Prayer for the dead, Hopi Indian Tribe (not verified). Author unknown -