Which Path?

My Mono Monday favorite poem dilemma? I write bad, cheesy, shoddy, below-par poetry...and...I don't read good poetry. So, I had to resort to a well-known poem that our choir sang in high school...The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the 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 on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the road less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

How did I handle the hill? While waiting for my walking buddy to show up...I exploded, charged down, wildly ran, carefully stepped down the concrete stairs...turned...and charged up, attacked, ran-with-gusto, carefully walked up the concrete stairs.

I used to attack, I used to charge...
back when I had no sense.
But now I walk, and enjoy the view,
and that's made all the difference.