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As I Trod to Town
’Twas a frosty morn’ as I trod to town
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin
Said by this folksy, annoying has-been
That literati shall never rejoin!
He took the road less traveled by,
And I took his words to heart!
Toast his memory with a shot of rye!
Raise your voice! Lift your glass to the sky!
Simple words—molded into great art!
#RobertFrost
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin
Said by this folksy, annoying has-been
That literati shall never rejoin!
He took the road less traveled by,
And I took his words to heart!
Toast his memory with a shot of rye!
Raise your voice! Lift your glass to the sky!
Simple words—molded into great art!
#RobertFrost
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