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I noticed that the poem on the roads brought about a small debate on what was meant - being secure with the choice or lamenting the other route that coulda/shoulda/woulda been taken. I believe that THIS poem (one of my favorites) speaks volumes about love, death, the circle of life....(and it's short, too!)

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)

Nature's first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

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