Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood...
If there is anyone out there who does not like this poem, well, you won't understand this diary. But like an earlier diarist said, we have two excellent choices for the Democratic Nomination. But what he didn't mention was the ending of the poem;
I took the one less traveled by
and that has made all the difference.
For me, if we are to understand the poem correctly, to understand Frost's meaning, not to go with the obvious choice, then the poem points to Barack Obama. Don't get me wrong, this is not why I'm supporting him; I have better reasons than that. But I think it a nice analogy.