Frost Made All the Difference
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood"--
The line that signifies the start
Of a poem only Mr. Frost could
And my budding love for the art.
Writing soon found a place in my heart
A way to show thoughts simple and grand,
From reviewing chicken tacos a la carte
To who should control the Holy Land.
Emotions are freed with flicks of the hand
Typing, penning, and jotting them down;
Words are the key that pries emotions out
Revealing thoughts that make up the frown.
How I express myself isn't the same since
I found a hobby that "made all the difference."
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