Thursday, December 25, 2008

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


-Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"-

My dad and I were talking about Robert Frost's poems the other day. "The Road Less Traveled" and "Stopping by Woods..." both inevitably came up. The stanza above is immensely sad but beautiful.

Where does time go? How much of it do we really have before it all ends?

Such glum thoughts on Christmas day.

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