The Road Not Taken Poet: Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller,
long I stood And looked down one as far as I could ,
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I - I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference
The Victor Poet: C.W. Longenecker
If you think you are beaten, you are.If you think you dare not, you don’tIf you like to win but think you can’t,It’s almost a cinch you won’t.If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow’s willIt’s all in the state of mind.If you think you are outclassed, you are.You’ve got to think high to rise.You’ve got to be sure of yourself beforeYou can ever win the prize.Life’s battles don’t always go To the stronger or faster man.But sooner or later, the man who winsIs the man who thinks he can.
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