Ok, I succumb to the poetry meme. But I will at least cut it
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I couldn't find the other one I was looking for, and wonder if one of you could help (some of you must be my age) It was in my GCSE poetry anthology (OCR, probably 1998) and was about a girl and another girl who had been friends at school, and they meet again (on a bus?) and she's got books and the other has a boyfriend. Only it says it much better than that. Little snippets i seem to recall are "his arms around the full urn of her body" "the choices we made that we don't remember making". I'd really like to find that poem again, if only to see if it's any good, or if I had the taste of a 15 year old :-)