Poetry Day 30 - Last Day!

So, the last day of National Poetry Month is upon us. In its honor, I leave you with two poems that are good for the end of some things and the beginning of others.

The Search
Shel Silverstein, (Where the Sidewalk Ends)

I went to find the pot of gold
That’s waiting where the rainbow ends.
I searched and searched and searched and searched.
And searched, and searched, and then
There it was, deep in the grass,
Under an old and twisty bough.
It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine at last…
What do I search for now?



The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

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.