Thinking

When I think of my two roads, diverged in the woods, I can't remember the condition of the road I took. Nor can I remember the condition of the one not chosen. Although I can remember different roads I've taken I can not for the life of me remember the scenery. And now I'm older, and have lost almost everything I ever loved in my life and now I realize that even though the directions I've taken have dictated where I sit today, the most important part of my journey was the scenery, in that forgotten scenery they still live. There's still time. There's still hope. Those turns I've made. The hope and time I've lost on the road here. Although I remember many turns, I can't remember the beautiful things I lost along the way. The scenery of the past. When the greatest things I've known were in the background. I wish I too was in the background with them now.