Fragile…

The Road Not Taken
by 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.
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Almost a year I’ve been living in Brisbane..

Many things happened here..

I’m glad that I’ve got a chance to study here..

But…

If only I knew I will lose you, I wouldn’t come here..

I wish I could turn back time..

I always think I’ve choose the wrong way now..

I’m going back home soon Dad..

Home will never be the same without you..

Dad, I miss you..