The Road

I'm the road not taken, Because of Robert Frost. Turns out my path is now found, All hope was never lost. Get in a van with white wine, Just a few pounds it cost. For uncertain lies ahead, And to begin you must! I must live before am dead, Be found before am lost. Burnt the bridge, followed the sun With a heart set for gold. Left no traces for return! Till my light stays no more, And on my face the day's dawn. The road I have taken! Trails of my path they'll sing on I shall tell with road signs Though my feet, this place be done But my son here begins.