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The Road Not Taken

By 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 long 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 one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Paradise Lost

Always and Forever

by Ahsen

Keen to escape the air of despair
and transform it into a dream unparalleled
that thursday morning i closed my eyes
hoping to see a glimpse of Paradise

Appeared in the sullen mist, a cave
Eager was my heart to enter, to cure my pain
Roses all around captivated by my throbbing heart
I entered, and found myself face to face
Near the enterance was Orpheus himself

He stood in the dark, playing his lyre
Away from chaos, in peace and calm
Only to be broken by murky tunes
Songs that even captivated the dark

Excruciating pain of another broken heart
A fraction trapped in the unbearable songs
Filled with pain, the serene tranquility
Sadness surpassed even that of mine
Gripped everything frozen in time

Orpheus stood with his head down
Absorbed in yet another sad song
For a moment, i forgot my pain and said
"What have you lost?, my friend"

He raised his head and looked in my eyes
A moment of silence, many unheard cries
Tears flowing down his eyes he said
"Everything but the pain from that day
when i lost the treasure i cherised most"

Sorrow and pain engulfed all around
The hard rock melted to wax
Roses lost their will to blossem
Even spring shed tears over cruel fate

Anguish and sorrow gripped me
and the unrestfulness of a broken heart
I thought of my own pain for a while
Lost in the same thoughts again

As Orpheus' sad songs mesmerized me
I turned to him with regret and said
"I envy you for you lost something you had,
I hurt every moment for the loss I never had"

When the hurt takes its toll on oneself
A feeling of one living without a soul
I lost all, no desire left in me anymore
So what to live for in this cruel world

And as I walked out of the cave
with my feeling of loss magnified many fold
I vanished in the mist of sorrow and regret
The dream I had, engraved in my heart
Only to remind me of the pain and hurt
"Everything will be wonderful" said a sweet voice
As I opened my eyes, a glimpse of the Paradise Lost
Along with regrets, life would never be the same anymore
Many a question why, though life will go on regardless

Poetry:
I remind myself about this every single day.

A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven
What matter where, if i still be the same

Paradise Lost (Book I) by John Milton

Why America is so great

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists; Eleven were merchants; Nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton. At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson Jr, noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later, he died from exhaustion and a broken heart. Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.

Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These men were not wild-eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more.

Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: "For their support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor." They gave you and me a free and independent America. Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't.

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