The road not taken in my youth
Met me in the end
The road I took I did not choose
I obeyed a priest and came to lose
My home my family and my friend
Jesus the attractive news
Priesthood was suggested
But priestly things did not enthuse
I simply did the priestly dues
You never would have guessed it
The faithful thread throughout it all
The desire to be a preacher
To learn to stand in the public hall
To lift my voice and hope enthral
In pulpit and in class when a teacher
So when the road appeared that day
And I was free to leave
I used the power of speech to say
The gospel in another way
To help all those who grieve
The roads that diverged in my youth
Came full circle in the end
I tried my best to tell the truth
Kindly be and not uncouth
And Margaret then truly a Godsend
Brian Fahy
28 May2021
+ I often read again the poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken. It is a simple and yet profound poem, making play of his friend, Edward Thomas’ inability to settle on anything and then using this ambiguity to show how the path of life is often marked by forks in the road and a path not taken.
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