Promises to keep

Here, in celebration of Random Acts of Poetry Day today, is a poem by Robert Frost. You might be familiar with the last lines. (Now, in retirement, these ending words take on even greater meaning, I think!)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

——————-Robert Frost———————–

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.

——————————————————————————————

What promises to self or others do you wish to fulfill before the final sleep?

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