The poem that struck me today is "The Road Not Taken," especially the final stanza, which reads "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."
It deals with the time of life that I'm in right now. I'm getting ready to follow a career path, and am having to chose between different "roads" that my life could take. Looking back on my decision, I'll probably engage in some longing for knowledge of what "the other road" would have brought me, but, hopefully, I'll mostly sigh with contentment, knowing that the road I chose was the best.