Nostalgia for the Road Not Taken

The sky boasts shades of black and morbid grey Accentuating roses long frostbit That lay the path not take and put display Mockery of being once quite smit' Though Frost han’t known through which fire or ice From what I've learned and grown to tire I argue that fire would very much suffice For self inflicted burns, I shan’t desire Aside from gain of sweets and all things floral and life not unlike a German reich From which I gained a much needed moral To n’er act in such naiivity like -- Dismissing chances of great permanence By idling with things impertinence.