The Lane Not Taken
Two lanes diverged by a blue lane line,
And sorry I could not train in both,
And be one swimmer, I took my time
To study each workout and choose mine
The easy one wouldn’t help my growth;
Then looked at the hard one, not much craved
And perhaps being the better choice,
Because it was empty, wanting waves;
This decision would be truly brave
Said in my head by a tiny voice,
And both that morning equally lay
Smooth water no stroke had trodden blue.
I could train easy another day!
Knowing the hard one was the right way,
I chose it as the one I would do.
I have set my expectations high
After hearing my own conference:
Two lanes diverged in a pool, and I—
Took the one that was less trained in by,
And that has made all the difference.