I ponder the axle of my truck <br />Invisible to the naked eye <br />In depths of mud and water stuck <br />And wait for the recovery truck <br />Trying valiantly not to cry <br /> <br />I'll tell the driver, by and by <br />Sometime age and ages hence <br />Two roads diverged in a wood and I <br />Took the one less gravelled, sigh <br />That's what made the bloody difference<br /><br />Martin O'Neill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robert-frost-auto-recovery/
